Man was made to strive. Or for strife. One of the other. Which means, yes, I’d like to lodge a complaint with manufacturing.
This is one of those reasons that though I believe in life eternal for the human mind, I’m not even going to ever try to imagine it. Because people who get everything handed to them are some of the most miserable human beings ever.
Mind you, I probably could maintain interest in life simply by trying to write increasingly harder to write (but not to read. That being the trick) stuff. But I’m broken in a special and peculiar way, which I gather is not the normal way of mankind.
The mostly rich, mostly pampered, and in historical terms almost imaginably so, kiddies hitting the streets and burning and looting are demanding more and ore and more free stuff. This is sort of like the drunkard, in the pub, as he’s told closing time is near demanding more and more and more drinks, even though he can barely stand. That which they seek is what is destroying them. They lack sense of purpose, sense of mission, so they’ve appointed themselves the very stupid, brain dead and destructive million of seeking more free stuff for the lumpen masses, whether the lumpen masses want them or not.
If you had grown up in a village, and known the history of many families, or even if you set yourself the task and go read up on it, you’ll find that most of our society (and definitely all the young people) are suffering from what could be termed “Wealthy Heir” disease. You see it enough if you grow up in a small area with little mobility and where a few prominent families go on forever, and you’d be shocked at how very little “wealth and ease” is needed to ruin a person.
It consists of throwing your life away in the most spectacular ways, from stupid and destructive causes to drugs to outre sexual vices. All the while complaining about how hard life is, and with no clue of how hard it is from other people.
If you’re recognizing this as our “would be elites” yeah, they suffer from it too, because the hereditary “everything is easy” always has that result. ALWAYS.
This is why the children of people who are incredibly successful rarely do well, and often the family is extinct quickly. (Whether that is also because in the case of someone who suddenly takes the family to the pinnacle — say Shakespeare — they were too busy to have enough kids (given Elizabethan mortality) or raise them properly is a discussion for another day.)
Most of our society is suffering from this. A lot of our poor are suffering from this.
Humans weren’t made to sit around turning food into excrement, without some sort of goal or mission in life.
But the only way to obviate that, when people aren’t in fact starving (which mind, the very rich in our society are actively trying to bring about. As though instinctively they realize what’s wrong.) is to give people a very strong sense of purpose. Most of the time, when that works for whole societies, the sense of purpose is religious or quasi religious.
Since religion is looked down upon by the “intellectuals” in our um…. mind-classes,from politicians to entertainers, the religion offered, under the guise of religion and social betterment is Marxism. And most young people embrace it because they have nothing else. Also, they’re pig-ignorant on history and economics. (And there is no excuse for that, with information freely available everywhere.)
Which goes a long way to explaining the mess we’re in, but it’s — fortunately? — self-correcting, since the very things they’re embracing for purpose bring hell on everyone.
Anyway, the problem is that they think that life can, or SHOULD be perfect, with everyone instantly handed everything they desire, let alone need.
And my proximate cause of annoyance with this is that — since the black dog has me by the throat and is starting to chew — I’ve been reading a lot of P & P (Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen) variations this last month. Look, we know how they end, we know the characters, it’s sort of easy to slide into without much thought, and I don’t require emotional space to deal with them. (At the same time, my husband has been reading the world’s dumbest cozy mystery series. He keeps reading me the worst passages, but he’s on book 14, partly for the same reasons: it requires no thought and is just stupid enough it doesn’t engage the emotions really.)
My problem is that about half of the highly rated ones I can’t really read.
No, seriously. And I can’t understand who or why is giving these books high marks. Unless they’re impressed at the way that the writer goes out of the way to remove any sign of strife or even unpleasantness from the character’s life.
For those who don’t know the plot of Pride and Prejudice, there’s a summary here.
The one book of this kind I read (okay, skimmed) almost to the end (in the spirit one watches a train wreck) took this to the next level.
Not only had Mrs. Bennet (the very embarrassing mother) die in child birth with the last child, but the last child is a boy, so their property is SAVED. Then Mr. Bennet is so cheered by having a son, he makes investments, so all the girls have dowries. Then when Mr. Darcy comes to town there is no misunderstanding and the two fall in love from the beginning.
It’s like the author set out to make the characters’ lives as wonderful as possible.
Maybe that’s what heaven is. Maybe we all get written like that by the Author. But my puzzlement was why none of the characters snapped and went on a rampage because they were SO BORED.
Seriously. Even minor strife or confrontations were removed.
That’s no way to live, unless you have a great task or a great obsession to keep you going.
I just wish our civilization could shift to “let’s go to space to live” as the obsession. Then the human race would probably survive. And not tear itself apart.