by banned » Fri Oct 28, 2005 5:02 pm
This doesn't have to do with any of the topics we usually discuss here--deep politics, bizarro current events, UFOs, etc. It has more to do with us, the discussants. <br><br>Bear with me a minute. If what I'm saying doesn't resonate with you, feel free to stop reading. I'd have put this in the parlour, but hardly anybody ever goes there <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :( --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/frown.gif ALT=":("><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> .<br><br>The last couple of days have brought an unpleasant situation I've been dealing with for over a year to a head...legal matter. In amassing my witness statements, of a random group of my friends and acquaintances, I have gotten the following stories (paraphrased):<br><br>1. Semi-retired 60 year old female social worker now doing massage therapy: "I'm a mess due to anniversary reaction over my husband and daughter's deaths a few years ago, and just started Chapter 13 bankruptcy, with a $500 a month payment for 5 years. My sister and mother are mad I don't work enough, I do all I can handle. I'm over 250 pounds from 'comfort eating' and may have to have knee surgery soon. My four grown sons each have problems they won't take my advice about but when their way flops they want me to pick up the pieces."<br><br>2. 59 year old unemployed female floral designer, now working as part time gardener due to depressed state of the floral business; diabetic with eye problems from it. "My mother's dying, my dad's not helping because he secretly wants her to die, my New Age sister is in denial and my brother is ineffectual, so even though my mother favored them all our lives, now I'm the one stuck caring for her. Because this is Silicon Valley, I'm living in a dumpy studio with an Alzheimer's landlady but I pay 600 bucks, and lately I barely make rent each month."<br><br>3. 48 year old female SRA survivor with MPD, husband quit a good job 2 years ago in a snit and has failed to find a way to be self employed. He's quit or been fired from so many temp jobs none of the agencies want him. They just finished Chapter 7 bankruptcy. "My landlord just called [on the 27th] to say my husband didn't pay the October rent, and if we don't pay it AND November on the first they will start eviction proceedings."<br><br>Now, my life is in a pickle too, but when I heard this stuff, I felt like Paris fucking Hilton. I'm single, no debts, small but regular income, modest lifestyle with minimal expenses, I have no children and my parents died 2 decades ago so as my age-mates (I'm 53) are caught between their kids and their disintegrating parents, I have 2 cats and a goldfish to worry about besides moi-meme.<br><br>Of course, for all of us, the world is fast going to hell in a handbasket.<br><br>OK, to get to the point.<br><br>It seems to me my friends got caught in a trap of frantically trying to stay afloat so that they could frantically try to stay afloat so they could....<br><br>See, not one of them is doing anything like what they want to do, and none are getting any younger.<br><br>#1 is laden with a big house full of years of stuff, overgrown adolescent kids, sad memories, is lonely and addicted to junk food. <br><br>What she WANTS is to have an RV and toodle around, giving massages, seeing the country, with her dogs and cats.<br><br>#2 is paying a fortune compared to what she's getting for it--in most of the country $600/month rent would buy her posh digs. She loathes her mother, her father is an alcoholic who let the mother abuse her. She's never been close to her brother or sister.<br><br>What she WANTS is to live in a small town, work in a neighborhood florist where she knows her customers, do a little landscape design/gardening on the side, have nothing whatsoever to do with her parents or sibs.<br><br>#3 is stuck with a spoiled boy-man who not only doesn't help her with her problems, he creates problems. <br><br>She just wants to heal from her horrific childhood in a secure atmosphere where she can concentrate on that while someone reliable handles the practicalities. She CAN do that herself--she did for many years--but it kept her from giving recovery her full time focus.<br><br>Now, what is stopping these people from living the lives they want?<br><br>It isn't "the world's a mess", "George Bush sucks," bird flu...sure, high prices and disappearing safety nets and environmental destruction affect everyone, you can't live in a bubble. But INSOFAR as you can control some things, why not control them?<br><br>Now, you may disagree with my diagnosis, but here's what hit me as I thought about these unhappy lives of people with so much potential (all are smart, talented and competent.)<br><br>What's killing their spirits is...The American Dream.<br><br>Somebody told #1 that keeping that house is her first priority. It's full of memories and clutter, she wouldn't have needed Chapter 13 if she'd sold it and paid her debts and bought that RV or even a smaller house in a small town. Someone also told her she had to be an 'involved' mother and grandmother instead of saying "I raised ya, you're 40 plus, take it from here. Somebody told #2 that spending your fifties chained to parents who treated you like a sack of crap in a dress for 49 of those years is the way it's supposed to be done. Somebody told #3 that marriage is a good thing, it's bad to be alone...even when when she was alone she had control of her life, no calls about "Chucklebutt didn't pay the rent."<br><br>Now, most of my friends now happen to be women, but I could have picked three male friends...one is 58, a banker originally from England, his company has gotten so high pressure it's cut throat, he hates it. He went back to England a few months ago and was completely happy in Oxford, thought how he might like to move there and work in a bookstore. But everyone tells him "You can't quit the bank to be a bookstore clerk, are you mad?" No, he's sane when he talks like that, but that's now how the male career trajectory should go. Another guy is the same age, lost his high tech job 2 years ago and can't find another. The thing is, he hated his techie jobs, his real passion is music. A third is much younger, a talented actor who is now studying medical sciences because 'everybody says' it's too hard to make it as an actor (even though people do all the time, including people with far less talent than he has.)<br><br>I think ESPECIALLY if the world grows darker and suckier, we all need to ask ourselves, if our time on this planet is limited (as it always is, and for fiftyesque people, we are closer to the end than the beginning), how ought we to spend it?<br><br>This is not by any means an original musing. Tolstoy presented it dramatically in his novella "The Death of Ivan Ilych*" where his eponymous protagonist realizes as he dies that he never really lived, just fit himself into other peoples' templates and functioned.<br><br>If one day we're going to be blown away by a terrorist bomb real or false flag, floated away by a hurricane flood, squashed by an earthquake, poisoned by environmental toxins, and practically speaking while any one of us can have an impact in some area of society to work for improvement but none can singlehandedly "fix" much of anything let alone set it all right....do we want our last thought to be "Goddamnit, I should have bought that RV/told Mom she's a narcissistic monster and I don't care if she dies/got a divorce/followed my frickin' bliss not what's 'marketable' today that might not be tomorrow"?<br><br>Let me close with Ivan as he faces his death.<br><br>"It occurred to him that what had appeared perfectly impossible before, namely that he had not spent his life as he should have done, might after all be true. It occurred to him that his scarcely perceptible attempts to struggle against what was considered good by the most highly placed people, those scarcely noticeable impulses which he had immediately suppressed, might have been the real thing, and all the rest false. And his professional duties and the whole arrangement of his life and of his family, and all his social and official interests, might all have been false. He tried to defend all those things to himself and suddenly felt the weakness of what he was defending. There was nothing to defend.<br><br>"But if that is so," he said to himself, "and i am leaving this life with the consciousness that I have lost all that was given me and it is impossible to rectify it — what then?"<br><br>He lay on his back and began to pass his life in review in quite a new way. In the morning when he saw first his footman, then his wife, then his daughter, and then the doctor, their every word and movement confirmed to him the awful truth that had been revealed to him during the night. In them he saw himself — all that for which he had lived — and saw clearly that it was not real at all, but a terrible and huge deception which had hidden both life and death. "<br><br>PS I'm going in next week to check to see if my cancer is still in remission. Perhaps that is what really has prompted this line of inquiry. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :rolleyes --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/eyes.gif ALT=":rolleyes"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br>------<br>* If you haven't read it the entire text is online at:<br><br><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://www.classicallibrary.org/tolstoy/ivan/">www.classicallibrary.org/tolstoy/ivan/</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--> <p></p><i></i>