I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to live in a society that continues to destabilize for the rest of my life because a high enough percentage of the population is so unrealistically stupid that it can’t do anything other than continue to destabilize. There’s going to be no guarantee that I’ll be comfortable or even safe in my old age and I’ll probably work until I die.
With that in mind, I’m coping by coasting. I’m putting less into my job. I’m taking it less seriously. I’m not doing my best on purpose. Why would I give everything I can to help a failing, idiotic society? I’m locked in. I have to work in a form of wage slavery in order to survive. But I’ll be damned if I give it my all. The system doesn’t deserve my all. I’m slowly learning to let go in all the ways I can so that all this shithole society can get out of me is my bare minimum, which is all it deserves.
The great events of world history are, at bottom, profoundly unimportant. In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of the individual. / This alone makes history, here alone do the great transformations first take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the world, ultimately spring as a gigantic summation from these hidden sources in individuals. / In our most private and most subjective lives we are not only the passive witnesses of our age, and its sufferers, but also its makers. We make our own epoch. / C.G. Jung, 1934
There are certain things that I refuse to let myself check out from because I know I morally I need to do them. That moral aspect is what makes it even possible to kind of snap out of the fog and focus.
But then there are also things where I am finding it increasingly harder to keep pretending for even 5 minutes that this is normal. In many ways, it feels immoral to pretend, and at times it kind of seems like my mind and body just flat out refuses to allow me to put aside reality and give it my all to focus on what I am supposed to be doing.
I feel like that’s an important distinction. When I feel like I really need to do something, I suddenly become much more clear headed and can sustain focus. When it comes to what I’m supposed to do, that is a different story entirely.
Like going through the motions for the mundane things is about all anyone can expect for now, because it’s more insane to pretend that any of this is just part of a sane and normal life than it is to at least acknowledge the fire surrounding us.
I know there are some people that are still pretending, and they get mad and frustrated that others aren’t. Sometimes I feel bad about it, but your comment has me wondering if maybe we need to reach that point where nobody can just keep pretending. Maybe once everybody can stop focusing on what we’re supposed to be doing if we pretend it still matters, we can all finally focus on what we need to be doing to make it matter again.
I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to live in a society that continues to destabilize for the rest of my life because a high enough percentage of the population is so unrealistically stupid that it can’t do anything other than continue to destabilize. There’s going to be no guarantee that I’ll be comfortable or even safe in my old age and I’ll probably work until I die.
With that in mind, I’m coping by coasting. I’m putting less into my job. I’m taking it less seriously. I’m not doing my best on purpose. Why would I give everything I can to help a failing, idiotic society? I’m locked in. I have to work in a form of wage slavery in order to survive. But I’ll be damned if I give it my all. The system doesn’t deserve my all. I’m slowly learning to let go in all the ways I can so that all this shithole society can get out of me is my bare minimum, which is all it deserves.
The great events of world history are, at bottom, profoundly unimportant. In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of the individual. / This alone makes history, here alone do the great transformations first take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the world, ultimately spring as a gigantic summation from these hidden sources in individuals. / In our most private and most subjective lives we are not only the passive witnesses of our age, and its sufferers, but also its makers. We make our own epoch. / C.G. Jung, 1934
Same here all the way
This comment made me feel slightly better.
There are certain things that I refuse to let myself check out from because I know I morally I need to do them. That moral aspect is what makes it even possible to kind of snap out of the fog and focus.
But then there are also things where I am finding it increasingly harder to keep pretending for even 5 minutes that this is normal. In many ways, it feels immoral to pretend, and at times it kind of seems like my mind and body just flat out refuses to allow me to put aside reality and give it my all to focus on what I am supposed to be doing.
I feel like that’s an important distinction. When I feel like I really need to do something, I suddenly become much more clear headed and can sustain focus. When it comes to what I’m supposed to do, that is a different story entirely.
Like going through the motions for the mundane things is about all anyone can expect for now, because it’s more insane to pretend that any of this is just part of a sane and normal life than it is to at least acknowledge the fire surrounding us.
I know there are some people that are still pretending, and they get mad and frustrated that others aren’t. Sometimes I feel bad about it, but your comment has me wondering if maybe we need to reach that point where nobody can just keep pretending. Maybe once everybody can stop focusing on what we’re supposed to be doing if we pretend it still matters, we can all finally focus on what we need to be doing to make it matter again.