Thursday, June 6, 2013

Pursuing Happiness in All the Wrong Places

You can find happiness in friendship, you find it in friendly encounters with strangers and in your family and friends. We need basic material security to be happy but it isn't happiness. Short of famine relief, happiness doesn't come by truck.

Useless buying and hoarding is a sign of fear, of families and communities failing. This covers everything from trying to buy respect to the exercise machine covered with clothes you can't wear. You aren't any better off than you started out but now you've got another payment to make. Enough turns to more than you want and that turns to more than you can ever use. You have to rent a storage unit to get it out of your house. If you didn't buy it to begin with you might be able to afford basic security and have time to enjoy life with other people.

The McMansion craze* that is killing off what's left of the middle class and destroying open land is an attempt to escape the isolated anxiety that life has turned into. Families don't talk to each other in towns full of strangers who are suspicious of each other. And once you're locked in the big house everyone goes off to watch TV in their own rooms. That is until your mortgage rate gets adjusted and you're looking for somewhere you can afford.

Work is even worse than that. It is competitive, cynical and insecure. You are being used and used up. You might not even have the hope that your children can get an education that will give them a better life. They're doomed to even worse than you have it and they resent everything.

You won't find happiness in the package labeled American Dream and the standard alternatives are worse. Forget the myth of the rugged individualist. That is just as phony as the thing they are supposedly escaping. No one is more conformist than those often violent, insecure, tough guys. Look at what happens to one of them who practices real individualism. Their pack turns on them.

The happiness found in decent relations with other people can't be bought or sold, it can't be won by winning. You have to make friends with your family and your neighbors. You can't do that watching a giant TV or DVD. You have to abandon the debt ridden, competitive culture that those continually pitch at us. It's hard to do, especially with children, but it's a lot easier than building a sixteen room house that you'll never own. Debt is a taste of slavery.

When you get your life back you can get past pride. That's a desperate fill-in for self-respect. Self respect comes from getting outside yourself and doing something for someone else. Self-respect gives you the confidence to say no to the sales pitch. Without self-respect no one else is going to respect you, no matter how much stuff you own.

Note:  This was one of my experiments with writing in a simpler style.  As I recall, it and my several similar experiments took far longer to write than my usual post and the topics were fairly simple ones.  I can't imagine how long it would take to re-write some of the other topics.  

I'll post another of these later.  Please, let me know what you think.

* The evening news here on the day I put this in the posting cue cheerfully announced the revival of the McMansion as the housing market rebounds.  If it hadn't been my brother's TV that perkily informed us of that awful news I might have thrown something at it.  Clearly we've learned nothing from the past five years. 

1 comment:

  1. I see houses being torn down here and replaced with "McMansions" at a steady clip. Never have understood it. Been inside some of them; often they are empty of furniture, or house 3-4 people, two of whom will live there less than 10 years before moving out.

    One I remember in particular had just enough furniture in the big room downstairs to hold one person and one big, flat TeeVee. If that's all you need, why not live in a one room box?

    Seriously, there is a "mansion" in Austin, built when such houses were, truly, mansions. Ballroom, library, nursery, huge kitchen, etc., etc., etc. Family lived in it for about 10 years, then the kids moved out and it was too big and empty for the family; they sold it and moved in the to Driskill downtown (a few miles away, quite a bit more of a distance at the time). The place is now an historical item, open to the public. Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there, either. Much smaller and more tasteful than the usual "McMansion," but empty and lifeless without a large family to fill it, or an army of servants (which it wasn't designed to house, unlike, say, Highclere Castle).

    As for the writing style, I quite approve. If I weren't so lazy I'd work to curb my own loquacious tendencies.

    But obviously, I don't.

    ReplyDelete