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August 8, 2006
amazingly excellent blog post by someone else entirely
here.
he addresses directly and by proxy a sort of creeping realization that i've previously discussed in private conversations, namely, that at the end of the day, western guilt will get you nowhere and you've just got to suck it all up and party. i'm a disturbingly self-aware hedonist, now, though that may just be a phase, as was my disturbingly self-aware ascetic phase. the point, though, is that there's no escape anywhere. the choice of life is ultimately between happiness and misery, selfishness and benevolence. i am not a saint and i do not pretend to be. i think the blog author has shed the same pretensions.
i spoke previously on this topic ages ago, wow did i sound angry then! things have changed rather quite a lot since then, but evidently i shared some of the same sentiments as the other blogger-dude, namely, that wherever you go, it's all about you (or "me" in this case) since whenever you stop enjoying your dysentary, you can go home but the poor souls who have to live in your exotic roach-infested vacation paradise cannot. they are home, and it sucks for them. or it doesn't. it depends on the "them" and maybe that's the point: perspective.
but my point was and is that i enjoy, appreciate, and perspect this destructive greedy american life enough already without finding out just how miserable i am making the rest of the world, up close and personal. it is my (evidently) long held belief that short of activism, a person can have no significant direct influence on world affairs -- not by voting, not by consumer choice, not even really by dumping money into a charity. so, logically, said sir bedevere, since a) international travel "isn't real" in the same sense that watching a show on the discovery channel "isn't real" and b) seeing poor people might make me appreciate my privilege a little more but i already appreciate it more than most, even perhaps most that travel, and c) the world sucks and there's nothing i can do about it, it follows that the best course of action for me is simply to devote my energy to increasing the happiness of those that i care about. and that's no new idea for me.
(the hole in the reasoning, of course, is point c, because it's disingenuous to say there's nothing i can do about it. could the sentence have borne it, i should instead have written that there's nothing short of becoming an activist or holding political office (though that is probably of quite dubious efficacy) or (more likely to matter but even less likely to actually happen) infiltrating and siezing control of a giant multinational corporation that i can do about the awful condition of the world at large. all that seems like a waste of my energy and talents; best to leave the world in the hands of those that think they're able to change its course and focus my attention on, as i said, increasing happiness at the local level. ultimately, would more people have such an attitude, instead of seeking and consildating power and inflicting non-freedom on their fellows, the world would be a better place. of course, anyone who begins a sentence with "if only more people thought like me!" is clearly either a hippie or a dolt, there being, besides happiness, very little practical difference between the two, most notably when it comes to actual impact on world events.)
of course, this is not to say that i will not enjoy international travel, and i'd better enjoy it, since soon it will no longer be a choice ;)
i still have all my high-school idealism and cynicism. i'm just more articulate now. funny, that.
re-thinking this i realize that in writing it, i make my classic mistake: thinking that everything i do must have some sort of "growth" as at least the secondary goal. sometimes it's cool to do things just to have fun.
this sentiment, hardly new but apparently forgotten, is summed up at the end of an ancient blog posting: Why can't I just take a walk on a beach?
to be fair to me, which i prefer generally not to be, my somewhat-long-ago screed against travel was a reaction to being told that i needed to travel for exactly the sort of "growth" and "experience" that now, in this comment, i am realizing is not a necessary reason for travel.
on the other hand, in 1 day and 1 week i'll be traveling again. that, ladies and gents, is motivated by my need for growth, and not primarily by fun. which is not to say that it won't be fun. and deafening.
She came from Greece; she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at St Martin's college; that's where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded; I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine," and then in thirty seconds time, she said:
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you.
Or what else could I do"
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there
I said "Pretend you've got no money."
But she just laughed and said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here. Are you sure?
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people
You want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't understand; she just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop; cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool; pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right, 'cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall, if you called your Dad he could stop it all
Yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop; cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool; pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right 'cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall, if you called your Dad he could stop it all
Yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance, and drink, and screw because there's nothing else to do
-Pulp, "Common People"