I'm only a day in and it has already raised a number of interesting questions around how I approach things. I'm currently watching Martin Seligman's TEDtalk on positive psychology:
If we're pre-programmed to select for choice (which I suspect is another word for control, even if it's just a false sense of it), and more choice makes us less happy, then we're pre-set to make ourselves less happy. Our consumerist economic system and our democratic systems are designed to make us less happy - and they're working.
That I'm looking at this at a time when everyone feels hard done by due to their individual freedoms being curtailed by the COVID19 pandemic is pretty ironic. Perhaps people will find some happiness in their lack of choice, but soon enough that'll all be forgotten as we struggle to restart all the social systems that are strangling us.
Some followup from day 2:
Some post apocalyptic music by Sturgill Simpson helps frame the situation...
Make Art Not Friends
Lookin' out the window
At a world on fire
Flames see the end is near
Seen all the sights
Tired of the lights
So you can let me off right here
This town's getting crowded
Truth's been shrouded
Think it's time to change up the sound
Yeah, the wheels keep turning
The flames get higher
Another cycle rolls around
Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
And make art, not friends
I love saying "No" to all the "Yes" men
Just to see the look on their face
I love how everybody knows what's best
But nobody knows their place
Sucker every second, stack 'em up to the sky
For every winner there's a hundred that die
So you get yours, stay out of mine
Here's to the memories, where do I sign?
Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
And make art, not friends
Oh it's getting hard to find a good friend
So close the door behind you
Falling when more come in
Nobody writes, nobody calls
Nobody bother 'cause I'm over it all
Face in the mirror's all skin and bone
Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
Never again, I'd rather be alone
Think I'm gonna just stay home
Think about my friends