I understand what you're saying, Pathless, perhaps better than you know. My personality and my interests don't fit in this society well at all. I walk around seeing most of our cultural norms and values as meaningless.
I used to agonize over it. I used to be in emotional and mental anguish. I was depressed a lot, overwhelmed. And then I just decided I wasn't going to live my life in that space any more. I don't know quite how to put it succinctly, because it was a long journey. It is not that I don't recognize the problems inherent in our society, or that I don't work for something better. But I just don't attach myself to the outcome anymore. I look for joy, and there is plenty of it to find. Even the bad stuff normally has joy in it to be found. It's up to me how I perceive the world...
Hi path_of_one. I, too, think I understand where you are coming from. Our perspectives are not that different. At this point, you seem to have integrated yourself into the existing economy to an extent that I have not. I did once hold a very respectable job that brought me quite a bit of personal satisfaction and enough money; I have since traded up to my current lifestyle, which is actually better for me as it allows me to devote much of my time to many different issues and projects which I am passionate about, has brought me together with my fiance, while at the same time allowing me to hold a part-time job as productive member of society.
I want to counter the impression that sometimes seems to surface and confront me when I read responses to my posts: know that I am not wallowing in self-pity, soaking my pillow with tears between posts. I'm a highly functioning, relatively well-adjusted individual, finding my way clearer as time passes. As frustrated as I seem, I am still quite happy, even silly. My posts here over the past year have tended to serve as an outlet for frustrations as well as a safe space for me to meet and textually converse with many intelligent people, and also a place for me to practice a little bit of online activism. I value this online space very much.
I respect the different approaches that people here take to facilitate change in their lives. When I appear aggressive, often I feel condescended to or unheard, devalued; from my perspective, I am responding defensively, sometimes lashing out at perceived insults. I've become a bit proud over the past years, but am still rather thin-skinned.
My persistent howling about injustice is not simple self-pity, but a defensive mechanism, perhaps. I desperately want people to understand how unnecessary and inhumane the cruelty of the industrialized world is--not simply because I am hurt by it (which I am, I will not deny that), but because it is injust, and it hurts us all, without exception.
It may be that it is all about to fall, and then we will be in a real bind. I won't need to advocate for anything at that point, because we'll all be too busy scrambling to farm the land and scrape a subsistence living together.
Some links
http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/story/7203633/the_long_emergency
http://www.thesocialcontract.com/pdf/sixteen-two/xvi-2-93.pdf
http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/
http://www.zcommunications.org/znet/viewArticle/16955
http://www.zcommunications.org/znet/viewArticle/16935
http://www.zcommunications.org/zspace/commentaries/3429
My beef is not about not being able to have a good job, although that is frustrating, too. I have been and am and will continue to be irritable and upset about the fact that a large portion of the world is suffering, and another large portion of the world seems to have lost all context of what it is to be human. This is serious stuff. It demands my attention. I cannot tear myself away. I am morbidly fascinated as well as perturbed and disturbed. To me, it is as if the planet is on fire and so many people are still whistling dixie. Surreal would be a good word, except I find surrealism fun. This is more just straight-up twisted and sick.
I am a deeply hopeful person; however, I find it necessary to rub a large quantity of dirt in people's faces in order to snap them out of what seems to me to be a commodity-induced stupor, a trance. Believe me, I would like to be doing other things, but I keep getting distracted by the weird fact that many people seem to be living in surround-sound zombie-vision. If I laughed at it, I would be less than human, I think. If I joined in, even to assuage my own irritability and spare my friends my stormy moods, I'd be pissed off at myself. I'd be much less fun.
Anyhow, I am glad that we all seem to be committed to working for social change. I take comfort in that.
