Thursday, August 28, 2014

do you know what a lifehack is?   It's one of those unique and clever tricks like using a potato to unscrew a light bulb from a lamp that busted at the socket, or drilling a hole in the bottom of your garbage can so that you can pull the bag out easier without the resistance of suction at the bottom.

There are websites (lifehacker) and countless FB posts dedicated to such things - One I'm proud of that I copied is using an old wireless router as a "wireless NIC" for a Sony Blu-Ray player that would have otherwise charged me 100 bucks for a proprietary dongle.

So here's the thing that's been bugging me lately.  My entire life feels like a giant lifehack. 

the world is becoming more harsh on those in the middle class - dystopian novels aren't just popular with teenagers - they reflect a feeling in our society that someone, we don't know who, has their boot on our throat.  Republicans blame the government, Democrats blame Corporate Oligarchs, and they're probably both right cause they work together.

I just feel like in order to survive, you have to have a thousand little tricks to avoid detection and scrutiny, get the bills paid at the end of the month, keep your marriage intact, and generally survive without going ballistic or as my original plan entailed, full bore hermit.  (that plan is less likely without internet access but I've totally resisted the smartphone craze so far)

and the thing is, I'm clever and can think of unorthodox solutions - so while I'm a little fearful, I'm not tired or burned out - but lord, what must the retirees in RV's shuffling from seasonal to seasonal work, unable to truly retire be thinking?   What must that long food bank line every tuesday near the house be thinking? 

I've always been on the edge of civilized society - I was only able to come close to being a part of it when I was lubricated with booze, and that got out of hand fast.  Otherwise, I'm that piece of crust on the edge that no one wants to bother with, and I'm ok with it - it's probably why the poker scene and it's participants felt like home to me - they can be lonely places, and I wasn't so lonely so much as used to being alone, so it was good.

but as things are tougher to memorize - as a job becomes more of a necessity than something that can be ditched for a better one at random - as a paycheck becomes more week to week instead of a surplus, how the hell are we handling that.  With shitloads of pharmaceuticals, I suppose -

and don't get me started on Faith being the answer - not right now - now that I'm married to the clergy, it feels as much a part of the problem as anyone

I just don't know how they're dealing with it - and I'm not entirely sure how I'm dealing with it

and what really scares the shit out of me is being found out - some marketing genius sees me as an untapped market, or a russian hacker sees me as a worthy identity theft, or maybe someday I'm just an enemy of the state - it would be good to initiate the hermit protocol, but married life precludes such fantasies.

so I lifehack my way thru the day - It's a gift - I'm not sure it's a gift that God gives, but it is what it is

rb

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