Efficiency of life

I just finished watching a documentary called  Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things, and it’s given me a lot to think about.

The basic underlying message of the doc is one of paring down one’s possessions to only the things that actually are useful to your life and to your happiness. It’s about stepping off of the consumer treadmill and taking a good look at your life and what you are doing, and why. It’s about recognizing that consumerism can, very briefly, treat the symptoms of spiritual malaise, but in the long run, it only makes things worse.

It’s like trying to live on junk food alone. Sure, you might be full…. but you’re still starving because what you really need is nutrition.

Note that official, scientific word for starvation is “malnutrition”, not “hungry”.

Much of what was said in the documentary intersects with a lot of the things that I have been saying over the years. It certainly connects with the things I have been saying about how everything that you own, owns a piece of you, and that getting rid of possessions can help you take back all those little pieces of you and make you a happier, more whole, more spiritually fulfilled person.

It also connects with what I have been saying about the absurdity of modern consumerist life. How I find it insane how we all end up with this massive amount of material possessions – so much that we have to rent storage for it – and for what purpose?

If something is in off-site storage and it would take finding the keys and driving across town to get something from it… is it even still yours really? What are the odds you are going to be motivated enough to go get something? What are the odds you will even remember what you have in there?

This is why I hate the thought of “shopping” as a leisure activity. To me, that stands for buying things not because you have any need of the thing but simply for the pleasure you get from buying it. You end up with a massive burden of functionally useless possessions that you have to transport whenever you move and that take up space in your brain without any return in pleasure or happiness.

In other words – they are a liability.

When you talk about things like this, people tend to have a very strong reaction because it feels to them like you are trying to take something away from them.

Which is absurd. I don’t have the power or the inclination to take anything from you. All I am doing is questioning the real worth of your possessions. If that makes you get rid of something, that is your decision, not mine.

But I think the reaction itself is very telling. Materialist values are so deeply ingrained in us that the idea of losing what we own puts us in a blind panic. On some level, even fairly spiritual people feel like their possessions are part of themselves and that to own less things would diminish them.

One of the problems in tackling this issue is that the materialist treadmill does work… for a while. Science backs me up on this. When you are young and poor and building a home and a life with your spouse, everything you buy genuinely adds to your life. Now I have an iron and can iron things. Look, we have a vacuum now and can clean up the place. We finally got some cookware so that we don’t have to rely on the microwave for everything.

The problem comes when we try to keep getting that pleasure when we have everything that we need.

Let me guess… when you read the words “when you have everything that you need”, your immediate thought was “Who are you to tell me what I do and do not need?”, or something along those lines.

But again… I am not actually involved in your life and I am not dictating a single thing to you.  It’s up to you to decide what you need. I am just questioning certain things.

Anyhow, there comes a time when the pleasure of acquisition tapers off because we are no longer getting something we need and can use. But people stubbornly persist in trying to get that same high. So they end up buying things they don’t need and will never use and that can only act as a burden in their lives trying to recapture that feeling.

And that is inherently futile. All they are doing is getting tiny doses of the pleasure of acquisition which fade rapidly and, like all addictions, hollow the person out as the addiction takes over more and more of their lives.

But it’s not hard to see why the consumerist disease runs rampant amongst citizens of the modern era. The sad truth is that people get trapped in the consumer/success hellhole because it gives their life purpose.

As long as they are pursuing the next material thing, their lives have a direction and purpose. They know what they are doing and why their are doing it. Each consumer craving carries with it a sense of quest or mission. And as long as you are never satisfied (and how could you be, with such little spiritual nutrition in your life), you don’t have to think about where you are doing and why.

This works especially well for the quest for the next promotion. We tell ourselves that the next promotion will be the one that makes us happy. even though we know, deep inside, that the next one won’t make you any happier than the last one.

However, consciously realizing that would throw the person into the existential void of purposelessness, so those thoughts get buried so deep they become part of a pre-Cambrian layer of soil.

All this stems from the massive spiritual deficit of modern life. Modern society is very good at giving us amusements and distractions but very very bad at giving us a sense of meaning, purpose, or even a basic sense of self-worth. That’s why we cling to consumerist and/or success oriented ideals.

Even people of faith feel this lack. Often they try to fill the void with fervent adherence to their religion, to the point of almost fetishizing it. They surround themselves with reminders of their faith and do their best to make their lives entirely about their religion because that is their addiction and their substitute for true spiritual fulfillment.

They have decided that their religion equals good and that therefore making things more connected with their religion always makes them better.

I consider modern society to be in a state of spiritual crisis that we cannot see or even acknowledge because that would shatter our faith in our existing methods of coping and we need to convince ourselves that we are happy.

The closest we get to acknowledging the issue is to mumble vague things about feeling “empty inside”. Millions of us feel this way but nobody stops to ask themselves why.

The emptiness is simply taken as a given, and we talk about ways to fix it, but rarely do we ask ourselves why it is there in the first place.

It’s because we are all starving in a society that denies the existence of food.

Maybe the solution comes in ridding ourselves of most of our stuff.

Maybe all we really need is permission to say we have enough.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

 

April 27, 2017

Midnight to 1 am : Free time
1 am to 11 am : Sleep
11 am to Noon : Free time/waking up
Noon to 1 pm : Lunch
1 pm to 3 pm : More sleep 🙁
3 pm to 4 pm : LinkedIn and Craigslist exploration
4 pm to 7 pm : Banking, Eating Out And Blogging, Shopping
7 pm to 8 pm : Trying to find out if Ocean Productions still exists – all signs point to “no”
8 pm to 10 pm : Working on my profile for Upwork.com and job hunting there – put in 6 bids for jobs! I am ambitious,

10 pm to 11 pm : Private time
11 pm to Midnight : Odds and ends

On The Road : Spazzy Keyboard Edition

Here I am, in my favourite seat a\on my favorite White Spot, writing a blog entry onthe laptop Ross gave me.

I have used the laptop a bunch since I got it, but that mostly for, shall we say, private browsing. The kind that happens behind closed doors.

By the way, if anyone is offended by my talking about my sex life, I am sorry. But it is not going to change any time soon.In fact, I will likely get far more explicit in the future. I am a gay man going through the sort of sexual awakening that most people have as teens or at the latest in their early 20’s (yay college), and I have a lot of catching up to do.

Heck, I am even considering “hooking up” online. That is huge for me.

The laptop’s keyboard behaves mysteriously sometimes.Ross warned me about that, though. And a lot of the mysterious bahaviour is caused by my big fat fingers using an ALMOST full sized keybaord.

Adjusting to a new keyboard is always tricky at first, and the fact that this one is basically what you would get if you took a standard keyboard and removed 99 percent of the space between keys does not help.

corBut I will persist and adapt. e

Today has been pretty meh. Between sleep and, Internet at home going down for an hour and a half during my most productive hours, then coming out to cash my check and get a meal and do some shopping, my work report for today is going to be pretty dismal.

I hope to compensate for that in the evening.

I am pondering getting a “normal” job. It would give me current job experience and that would assure prospective employers that I have passed the vital “shows up and does the \\that job and doesn’t murder people” test.

That assumes I can get hired. I would have to target places with a high turnover rate and hence fairly low standards.I have a twenty year gap in my job history and that is something that would give any hirer pause.

My dream job would be to man the till at a small bookshop with a cat.

Or maybe I will try to start some sort of home based business. I could really enjoy being a writer for hire, writing whatever ground-level people need written. Letters to landlords, family biographies, wedding vows… you name it, I will write it.  It would bring me some income as well as a variety of fun challenges to my skills. It would also help me fulfill my desire to stand up for the inarticulate and keep them from being pushed around by highly intelligent and articulate people like myself.

Kinda  of like being a white hat hacker, but for words.

Mental note : try to get the term “word hacker” adopted by popular culture.

So who know, maybe I will hang my shingle out as a public pen. It could be a lot of fun.

Well that is half my words, which was my goal.Time to go shop.

Man, will this need proofreading when I get home.


Back home now. Did my shopping and called a cab, like I usually do.  Sure it’s only four or five blocks between the supermarket at home, but I nearly always buy some type of frozen foods and I want to get home before they melt.

Of course, I am also lazy. I mean, I took a bus to get there!

Anyhoo, my food ending up melting some anyway because I waited in the hot sun for twenty minutes before a cab showed up.

Bonus points for me, though, because I I did call back and complain when it had been fifteen minutes, and I didn’t complain meekly and apologetically either. I let the frustration come through in my voice, and I that, for me, is a major assertiveness achievement.

Some weird shit happened while I was waiting. This teenager with the mandatory sleeve tattoos and snotty attitude apparently backed into someone’s car in the Price Mart parking lot…. then came back. So I got to watch some security guard grab the kid and harangue him tough guy style. He actually said, “I find chunks of bigger guys than you in my stool! ”

I did not know people actually said things like that.

This incident brought back memories of being a smartass teen myself. I didn’t drive or anything, but I remember getting hassled by the security guards at the mall and feeling like I was being unfairly discriminated against just because I was a teenager.

They never harassed me directly, though. It was always a “you people get out of here” type of thing. So I never got into a direct altercation with any of them.

I will give them this, though : we did look pretty disreputable. I mean, what did the bad guys look like in the 80’s once they stopped being punks?

Metalheads. Which is what we were.

Still, I am glad that it wasn’t the me of today that had to deal with teen hating rent-a-cops. I was far meeker back then. The me of today would have given that supermarket security guard the razzing of his life.

“Wait, so you spend a long time looking at your poo? That’s gross, dude. What are you, some kind of poo sniffing pervert? And if you’re finding chunks of people in your shit, that means you’re a cannibal too. You’re a fucking cannibal shit freak, and you think you have the authority to tell US what to do? Get real!”.

If I had actually been a teenager at the time (instead of stopping the growing up process at like age 12), I would have been incredibly insufferable. It would have been me with the big ego and the smug assurance that he was always the smartest guy in the room and the ability to prove it at the drop of a hat as well.

Instead, I am only getting started with that stage of my development right now, and there is no way for a 44 year old to get away with acting like that.

Still, I think I will try to learn a thing or two from that utterly insufferable imaginary version of me. I often am the smartest guy in the room, and there has to be a way for me to make that work for me.

Maybe it’s time I started using my powers for my own gain.

I want my piece of the pie.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.