I've Been Fortunate
maybe too much so
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I've been very fortunate in my life. I've never had to work.
Oh, I have worked. In my dilettantish flitting from profession to profession, alighting just long enough to prove I could accomplish and conquer before taking off for the next pretty flower, I've racked up quite an impressive breadth of experience. But the necessity of work is as foreign to me as "Debbie Does Dallas" is to the Ayatollah al-Sistani.
I don't know what it's like to have to do something you hate just so you can eat. I don't know what it's like to force yourself to get up every morning so you can keep a roof over your head.
Going to school is my closest experience to doing something I hated and forcing myself to get up every morning. I wasn't too good or diligent about that either. (One of my high school classes once had a trivia contest in which one of the questions was "When was the last time we saw Gene?")
I can analogize, I can imagine, I can extrapolate from what remotely similar experiences I have had. But that's not the same as really knowing, now is it?
In a way I've been playing at poverty. I've made it into a game to see exactly how little I can live on. (Shockingly little, in the final analysis.) But that's not the same as actually being poor. I always manage to have options.
If I've experienced poverty and deprivation, I must admit it's been by choice. There aren't too many people who doubt I could rapidly regain my riches with moderately little effort.
Why would someone be disappointed not to have experienced such pains and trials? I'm sure there are many "wax on, wax off" side benefits I'll never know. What of character building, and discipline? Those aren't just myths fathers tell their children to make the medicine go down.
Maybe I let this run its course so long because I wanted to know what most people go through.
But I've come to realize that playing at poverty can never compare to having no choice in the matter, those who always have options can't comprehend the desperation of the optionless, and making an intellectual exercise of experience inevitably removes one from the experience.
Maybe it's time to appreciate and accept my good fortune and blessings. I may in some part be missing out on the common human experience, but I think this is one I'm glad to do without.
Oh, I have worked. In my dilettantish flitting from profession to profession, alighting just long enough to prove I could accomplish and conquer before taking off for the next pretty flower, I've racked up quite an impressive breadth of experience. But the necessity of work is as foreign to me as "Debbie Does Dallas" is to the Ayatollah al-Sistani.
I don't know what it's like to have to do something you hate just so you can eat. I don't know what it's like to force yourself to get up every morning so you can keep a roof over your head.
Going to school is my closest experience to doing something I hated and forcing myself to get up every morning. I wasn't too good or diligent about that either. (One of my high school classes once had a trivia contest in which one of the questions was "When was the last time we saw Gene?")
I can analogize, I can imagine, I can extrapolate from what remotely similar experiences I have had. But that's not the same as really knowing, now is it?
In a way I've been playing at poverty. I've made it into a game to see exactly how little I can live on. (Shockingly little, in the final analysis.) But that's not the same as actually being poor. I always manage to have options.
If I've experienced poverty and deprivation, I must admit it's been by choice. There aren't too many people who doubt I could rapidly regain my riches with moderately little effort.
Why would someone be disappointed not to have experienced such pains and trials? I'm sure there are many "wax on, wax off" side benefits I'll never know. What of character building, and discipline? Those aren't just myths fathers tell their children to make the medicine go down.
Maybe I let this run its course so long because I wanted to know what most people go through.
But I've come to realize that playing at poverty can never compare to having no choice in the matter, those who always have options can't comprehend the desperation of the optionless, and making an intellectual exercise of experience inevitably removes one from the experience.
Maybe it's time to appreciate and accept my good fortune and blessings. I may in some part be missing out on the common human experience, but I think this is one I'm glad to do without.
