I was talking to my ex over my morning coffee about the utopian town surrounded by nature where no one was on a phone or laptop and how it felt like a time warp in the best way. I read to him the philosophy of the town that has kept it protected from the "apocalypse" that the rest of us capitalist slaves call "normal." I said I want to escape this world of workaholics, and I barely got the sentence out before he had to go on a zoom meeting.
Now that things are going back to "normal" the people who were momentarily fiending for my time are now back to the grind, back to working double shifts just to keep electricity on, like mice in treadmills. It's not hard for me to opt out of that life and get a cheap off grid studio cottage and be self sufficient. Sadly I don't think anyone has time to even grasp how much easier their lives could be if they were open to a change like that.
No one stops to think. The boss has demands and they come running like well-trained dogs, for such a meager reward, and one day off a week if they're lucky. They don't realize it takes fewer hours to grow their own food than to work double shifts and overtime so they have no time left and no other option but to buy expensive food grown by someone else.
I think I have to embark on this journey alone, since everyone else is so trapped in hustle culture that they can't see that there are other options. This virus was a great teacher. I learned that I am not as socially dependent as I thought. I think I'd do very well in a more reclusive life. No catcallers, no grind. Just working in harmony with the land like I was raised to. I can always visit my city friends, or they can come to my house when they need to recharge, if they ever wake up from their cultural conditioning that brainwashed them into believing theirs is the only way to be and "success" is sacrificing all one's free time for a measly buck. I'd rather live humbly and enjoy my life. And I'm not afraid to go alone if no one understands.
10:03 a.m. - 2021-06-21