People Expect Too Much From People

A Guest post by Joshua Roy

People expect too much from people. We want people to justify their existences constantly. We want them all to be just like us, to parrot our value system. Why? Why should anyone have to spend all day working at a job that is boring for them? Why should anyone have to conform to the standards established by anyone else?

Even 300 years ago when a laborer could only produce enough food to feed 4 people with his daily labor, that means only a quarter of us should have to be working at any given time. Today, a single farmer can produce enough food to feed 150 people easily. There is no longer any need for us to struggle constantly, and yet it is the ungenerous attitude of puritanical people that keeps our society in a frenzy just to survive.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with leisure. Personally, I'd like to see earth transformed into a vacation spot where we work one day a month and spend the rest of it enjoying ourselves, learning, growing, debating, producing art, sexualizing each other. We only live this lifetime once. Why make it so dull and soul crushing? I want to dance beneath the stars drunk on the ecstasy of being alive, you can't do that in our western civilization, at least not often. 

Between religious people telling us life is a curse and capitalists actively trying to make it a curse for us, there's almost no room to breathe on this planet.

I want true independence. I want true immortality. I want true freedom, and as far as I can see everywhere I look the world is full of shackles and cages and peasants. Even our president isn't free. He lets one word slip out of his mouth in the wrong way and his entire life would be destroyed. That's not freedom.

We work so hard to get ourselves a little house in a subdivision surrounded by people who couldn't care less who we really are as a person. We go all day to a job that is boring to us. We hate every moment of it. We dread every moment of it. We joke to try to cope with it calling it a "case of the Mondays," laughing about "hump day," or exclaiming with relief, "Thank God it's Friday!" and then we blink our eyes, the weekends over the cycle of slavery begins all over again the next week.

We laugh politely at our coworkers, surrounded by people we'd never choose to know if we had any other choices. We step to it when our boss demands something of us fearing termination. We live paycheck to paycheck always knowing that life is dragging us under, always knowing that we aren't saving enough to get out of our situation let alone retire, and we pray for that sudden heart attack to take us so our families at least have enough money to survive on after we're gone.

This is no way to live. We fear the zombie apocalypse. Look around you. We're living in it, and I'm one of the last damned people alive on this planet full of blank eyed slaves and I'm praying with everything in me that I don't contract whatever it is that has caused them all to become so mindless and automatic. What caused them to give up hope? What caused them to abandon pleasure? What caused them to lose their imaginations?

This is death. This is living death. We have let them lead us by the hand into a world outside of our own designs and it is unsuitable for human habitation. ~

Emphasis mine. - GG
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