Quite a while ago I made a list of things I was grateful for because it was supposed to make me feel better. I don’t think it did anything. The majority choose to search out the internet unaware of the suffering of envy it causes. The go-to destinations of Facebook and Instagram reveal only the best minutes of people’s lives.
As a contrarian play I started searching for videos, photos and stories of people who have it much worse than I do. If seeing people online who are richer and more beautiful than you makes you feel bad then seeing someone with a tennis ball sized facial tumour should make you feel gratitude.
A few days ago I saw a poster that read, 1 out of 8 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer. That’s just prostate cancer. How about all the other cancers and other life changing conditions. If you can get through life with only being affect by a minor case of arthritis then you may have won.
Delivering stuff to people’s residences as a job taught me something. You won’t often see bearded women or people without eyes in public because they might not go out very much. Even having an overly large nose might keep you away from many social situations. When your nose is big enough it’s guaranteed that people are going to stare once they get a side view.
So I figure if there’s nothing much stopping you from being able to roam around in public with some enjoyment then your life might not be so bad…for now.
At my first job at a big-box retail store we had a 19-year-old Pakistani immigrant working the auto parts counter. His English was good enough and his auto parts knowledge was good enough only because you didn’t have to know anything about cars. He was enrolled in university at the same time going for his engineering degree.
Just over half a decade later he’s working at Blackberry making use of his university degree. Fast forward another 10 years he has his MBA and now working for another big corporation with some fancy title. I don’t think he’s earning minimum wage.
A lad from Mexico from the same store with similar beginnings also had a similar trajectory as my Pakistani ex-colleague. I’ll bet the both of them did better than any of us Canadian-born schmucks working at that store. We had every edge on them on paper. Comfort often breeds weakness.
Perhaps in the West we’re surprisingly melancholic because we often don’t capitalize on what is available to us. Centuries ago the great explorers jumped on a ship to seek out faraway undiscovered land without GPS, internet or multi-vitamins unknowing of the many horrific surprises that awaited them. We can attempt almost anything we wish, fail, not get scurvy and then have the opportunity to try again. Instead we often seek out what’s barely good enough thinking the comfort and mediocre cultural milestones will glide us joyfully through life. If you don’t dream at least a little bit then you might end up living a nightmare.
It was suggested by my friend yesterday to check out Bruce Lee’s gravesite today in Seattle for no reason other than for something to do. This morning I kept thinking about going or not but I didn’t want to drive for 2 hours just to stand above where a dead guy is buried.
In my younger years I probably would have went. We’d go down to America for worse reasons. One time we went at midnight just to buy Cherry Coke. Every time I cross the border the officer will ask what I do for a living and for some strange reason I’m always unemployed at that time. Some of them chuckle and others have basically called me a loser. Whatever, they’re just glorified toll booth agents who only have a job because of an imaginary line.
2 hours of driving ain’t so bad except you still have to drive 2 hours back. I don’t know if I did things in the past for any other reason than to say I did something. Perhaps if I had people to report to it would be a different story. They would envy me. While they were stuck at work I went to Seattle on a sunny day with 8 hours of sleep to visit Bruce Lee’s grave. On the way back we stopped at an awesome diner and had extra gravy with our meatloaf. They would question their existence. I would be victorious.
The internet takes some of the mystery and excitement out of things.
When it comes to getting stuff done the host of the podcast said he just does it like it’s not an option. He doesn’t give himself a choice.
“It’s like brushing my teeth. I don’t just decide one day that I don’t want to brush my teeth.”
For most people brushing their teeth isn’t much of an option in the morning but a ton of people don’t do it at night. The consequence if you don’t brush your teeth in the morning is that people will smell your bad breath and from then on label you as the bad breath monster. During sleep hours though the bad breath monster doesn’t breathe fire in anyone’s face. Sure, there might be gingivitis and cavities but that’s down the road. It’s all about the short-term consequences.
However, if brushing your teeth took 15 minutes then many more people would not do it in the morning either. Chewing gum would then be in the pockets of every person. It’s always a question of effort vs reward. In that world people would point and say, “you see that guy? He brushes his teeth….EVERY DAY.”
When we don’t want to do something we bargain with ourselves. Bargaining usually means telling ourselves we’ll do something later or making up our own science. Potatoes have vitamin C, therefore french fries are good for you. If you bargain long enough the costs rise due to inflation and then you have to pay more.
Getting started is the hardest part. Your brain just wants you to save calories to save yourself for more dire situations. Subliminally it’s congratulating you on the 1000 calories you just put in yourself. Look how fat you are. You’re beautiful. You don’t need to change a thing..muah muah. Life has always favoured those who are better than most others. Being better often takes work. During your waking hours what are you working on?
It’s almost 1 PM. I’m going to go brush my teeth now.
For most people it seems that nothing gets done unless there are consequences. I spent many years trudging my unmotivated carcass for 8 hours a day at jobs I disliked doing. Even if I didn’t care much of getting fired the idea of going through that process was enough for me to carry on. Rather than have to sit in the hot seat it seemed easier to just continue on the escalator of misery.
The human mind is always calculating equations figuring out if it’s worth it or not for you to waste calories. It doesn’t know that calories are plentiful. It’s operating from a world 100,000 years ago when you would be desperate enough to drink a squirrel’s blood.
While you brush your teeth and notice your dirty bathroom sink your brain tries to tell you that it’s not dirty enough for you to waste 5 calories on. It won’t easily withdraw 5 calories until your sink is so gross you can no longer respect yourself or until you expect company over.
To get things done you need to get in the way of your brain. You need to remind yourself that it will only take 2 minutes to clean the bathroom sink. You used to spend 9 hours a day being occupied with far more laborious work…so what’s 2 minutes of light scrubbing? Then you close by threatening to call yourself a loser. That’s what I call Art of the Deal.
We were talking about the people we mutually knew and which ones were successful. Automatically he spits out names of people who might be making a 6-digit salary. I responded by saying, “If I delivered parcels for as many hours as he works I would be making $100,000 too.”
Some guy with a wife and 3 kids might take home $100,000 after taxes but he’s taking it home to split 5 ways. He’s working 60 hours a week for $20,000 a year.
Almost everything we have today is more than what people dreamed about for most of human existence. If I could go back in time they would be oohing and awing at my tales of grilled cheese sandwiches. In my best ancient Sumerian I would summarize how I walk to this place called a supermarket where we buy food by picking what we want and lining up. Then I tell them how it’s not as great as it sounds because life gets really boring when you don’t think anyone is out to kill you.
“It’s really difficult to die,” I tell them. I go on by saying that some people even try to die but are unsuccessful. They tell me those people aren’t trying hard enough. I concur. If you fail at suicide it means you don’t want it badly enough.
At this point they are undecided on whether I’m from the future or just a nutjob but they’re infatuated with my great storytelling. When your best entertainment is flinging your own feces at each other you only need a minor gimmick to be the center of attention. I have to cut it short though because even in Mesopotamia no one likes a showoff.
As I transport back home I semi-conclude with the familiar notion that life is a game of the mind.