It has been a tiring few weeks. I think weeks but it could be months. I try to remember when was the last time I didn’t feel so tired, and I can’t remember exactly. Probably last year? I don’t know. I don’t care. What difference would that make? All that matters is that I am tired.
I sat through an interview of an intern as he enthusisastically prattled off about all his work over the past 3 years, and I realised I had no questions for him. It was a friday evening and I was tired, and I got even more tired just listening to him talk. I cannot remember a time when I spoke that much. I probably never have, definitely not in interviews.
Yesterday I finished watching the Netflix series Beef. It was supposed to be a dark comedy, but I did not find myself laughing at any point. But I got the “dark” part of it, except that that feels like everyday now. I just found it amazing that someone is still outside of this framework and able to label everyday reality as “dark”.
The main thing is that adult life has become a hustle. You work, you work, you work, and you work insanely just to hold on to where you are, while you keep getting less and less out of it. It isn’t just a hamster wheel anymore, but a hamster wheel whose speed gradually increases with time while the rewards stay the same.
But then, this isn’t about only jobs and what they pay, or your boss and your relationship with them. Your health, your family’s health, your relationships, finance markets, your country’s economy, your city’s economy, your region’s politics, the real estate market, the traffic, the weather, the climate, so much more constitute how we experience life every day on waking up. Every one of them is something you have to deal with, and dealing with stuff costs energy and time. Your choices become about where you are going to spend your time and energy, and once you reach your 40s you realise there’s a lot that demands it and there’s also a lot less for you to spend. End result, you are tired – you wake up tired, you go through the day tired, you go to sleep tired. Every day.
One of the reviews of Beef had this line – “At a recent doctor’s visit, I was asked if I was anxious, and I responded, “Isn’t everybody?””
Exactly. Isn’t everybody? There’s just so much that could go wrong, and everything you have slogged up to till now will be gone in a whisker. We probably live in denial about it, but deep down, we know. A lay-off, a health issue or an accident, and everything you know gets upended, and you don’t have a safety net to hold you up. It’s gonna be a free fall.
I wonder how we got here. I remember reading this review by Will Byrnes about Barbara Kingsolver’s Unsheltered.
You do the right thing. You go to school, spend the years, invest the money, put off this or that temporary form of glee, take on the debt, pay it off. Get a job at the bottom of the ladder, work X number of years and move up. There are mis-steps, of course, accidents, bad decisions, re-directions, disappointments. Some big, some less so, everyone has these. You get married, have children, be a solid citizen, join the board of a local youth council, coach your kids’ ball teams. You do the right thing, and everything is supposed to work out ok. You’re not looking to be a millionaire. But you want to send your kids to good schools, see them go to college, have satisfying adult lives of their own. You do the right thing. You don’t cheat on your taxes, or your spouse. You plan for the future, and have a sane expectation that, someday, you can retire and still have a decent life. You do the right thing, follow the course that has been laid out for a very long time, expecting that the promised rewards will arrive. And sometimes they do. But while you were busy doing the right thing, those with the power and the money changed the rules of engagement. So, instead of an American Dream made real, it is as if you have stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone.
The rules of engagement have changed. Every one is busy, no one has time because they are fighting the same battles. The safety net of affordable rents, healthcare, EMIs, schools, everything has evaporated, and with that the threads that weaved communities together are coming apart. It cannot be emphasised enough how much of a safety net our community – friends of family – was. You lost your home, you could go spend a few weeks at a friend’s place while you recovered your bearings. Dealing with an illness, your family and friends were there for you. You never faced your battles alone.
Now that sense is gone – because, well, every member of this community has to fight the same battles – they are busy watching their own backs (and sometimes because they are just selfish assholes.) All that we have left is fancy vacations to “rejuvenate” (while we stress about flights and hotels), and mindless consumerism to try to fill the void we feel that just keeps on growing larger.
Most times I keep hoping someone would check in on me, and no one does. In brief periods of stability I reach out, and the expectation tends to be the same – they are exhausted with the every day hustle, and were hoping someone would check in on them.
As the battles get harder with time, you are also truly alone while fighting them. And this is the biggest scam that has been played on us.