Spent the day wallowing in self-pity. Didn't want to be at work. Getting sick of dominance displays, need a vacation. But I did get through the day and, after getting ashes rubbed on my head, am feeling pretty sprightly. The sun came out and I managed to get a short walk in which brightened my mood considerablyFound a new site that may well be of interest. I am putting this onto my reads list, overall good. You ought to consider putting him on your reading list.
Bu there is this one series of articles that he wrote that just makes me pee my pants laughing.
I am struck by the idea that one needs to be told how to be poor. Man, it is easy as falling off a log. All you have to do is run out of money. Things pretty much take their own path after that point.
Everyone in America today is looking at a reality where poor becomes the norm. Oh, some folks will manage to slip through without much in the way of a lifestyle loss. But I think that those kind of folks are going to be the exception not the rule.
No, this guy seems to think that he can peer into the wizened future and tell you how to be poor in such a manner that you will even manage to enjoy it.
Having grown up on the poor side, from a family a short step away from being Italian peasants, poor is nothing new nor is it particularly attractive. It is just the state of affairs where you sometimes currently reside. You may be able to drift away from it, but it is always there in the background, patiently waiting for a chance to return to center stage.
Now, when you make a conscious choice to embrace poverty, there can be some spiritual and ethical rewards. No one is going to deny this. But it is the rare cat who chooses this route. I can find no historical record of a society that has voluntarily chosen that route.
Even if the choice is made the life is hard. But the poverty that is forced is a different ball of wax altogether. The bulk of America is being forced into poverty, and that is going to be damned interesting.
Both voluntary and involuntary poverty consist of hard and grinding work. Even living with folks in your same circumstances, the work and effort are endless and tiring. The rewards and pleasures are few and scanty, and your life goes skating too close to line far too often.
The best that can be said is that some folks go poor with considerably more style than others. Maybe that is the best you can really hope for.
Because in the end, there will be a whole bunch of folks who will wish fervently to take the route of Cypher.