Jan 5, 2022·edited Jan 5, 2022Liked by Alison Stevenson
A enjoyable piece as usual.
I was seriously having a parallel conversion to this with my little Brother this Moring.
It's spotted over the globe, but in North America, The United States specifically; simple pleasures of unproductivity are shamed.
I don't "love" my job. Yet, it is a means to an end to my little condo that I have made my own beloved space. A hot bath, a book, records, my 3 Siamese Cats, quiet-you get it.
If this is enough, and enough is seemingly harder and harder to hang on to, Podcasts, FB Ads, and more tell me how I should rise and grind.
I should shoot for being some sort of "Sigma" Male-whatever the fuck that is. I won't be the next Elon Musk but I should be trying. Why am I not preparing for the next workday for 2 hours when I get home? Why am I not developing an app? I am not valuable. I am wasting my life. Am I?
It's mine. The zeitgeist (not trying to sound impressive, just don't know what else to call it and don't want to say "media" or "culture") tells me if I am not constantly working to be "productive," remodeling my kitchen for the people to enjoy after I move out, trying to get a credit score of 800 so I can buy a house I don't feel like dusting, or travel even when I can't get paid time off I am a waste of skin and time and existence.
But, sexual freedom and pleasure are championed. I can fuck who I want consensually in the dark, anyway we choose, trying to find something after the little death when I am alone even next to someone else. For 2 - 10 mins I do what I am told is acceptable pleasure.
I won't get made fun of of get shamed for getting laid. But I will if I want to watch "Nailed It" all Sunday and not leave my couch. What went wrong?
Too many truths
A enjoyable piece as usual.
I was seriously having a parallel conversion to this with my little Brother this Moring.
It's spotted over the globe, but in North America, The United States specifically; simple pleasures of unproductivity are shamed.
I don't "love" my job. Yet, it is a means to an end to my little condo that I have made my own beloved space. A hot bath, a book, records, my 3 Siamese Cats, quiet-you get it.
If this is enough, and enough is seemingly harder and harder to hang on to, Podcasts, FB Ads, and more tell me how I should rise and grind.
I should shoot for being some sort of "Sigma" Male-whatever the fuck that is. I won't be the next Elon Musk but I should be trying. Why am I not preparing for the next workday for 2 hours when I get home? Why am I not developing an app? I am not valuable. I am wasting my life. Am I?
It's mine. The zeitgeist (not trying to sound impressive, just don't know what else to call it and don't want to say "media" or "culture") tells me if I am not constantly working to be "productive," remodeling my kitchen for the people to enjoy after I move out, trying to get a credit score of 800 so I can buy a house I don't feel like dusting, or travel even when I can't get paid time off I am a waste of skin and time and existence.
But, sexual freedom and pleasure are championed. I can fuck who I want consensually in the dark, anyway we choose, trying to find something after the little death when I am alone even next to someone else. For 2 - 10 mins I do what I am told is acceptable pleasure.
I won't get made fun of of get shamed for getting laid. But I will if I want to watch "Nailed It" all Sunday and not leave my couch. What went wrong?