I’ve been sick with a stomach thing since Tuesday morning. What else is new? I am dehydrated and depleted, but did not want to disappoint ya’ll by not posting this week. So…
I decided to share some thoughts I had while driving outside of the city on Monday to visit an old friend and her new baby.
As I sat comfortably in my own set of wheels, I watched a sea of cars, trucks, and other luxury vehicles driving ahead of me—like an army of crawling bugs, intent on making it to their respective destinations safely. I thought, “Look at us. All just trying to survive as we make our way to our next stop. Like sweet, clueless deer in headlights—or crawling bugs—not really knowing what the fuck is going on, we just keep chugging along.” And, keeping on theme with last week’s post, I thought, “What is it that leads us to our next stop (our decisions on where and how to live, what to drive, how many kids to have, etc.)?” And, I shit you not, the first thing that came to mind was consumerism. How consumerism shapes our next stops. How it shapes the expectations of society, our communities, and—most prominently—our very selves.
Think about it. All the television ads and shows depicting how expected it is for us to procreate. How wonderful—and expected—it is for us to raise a family. How satisfying—and expected—it must be to live in a big house in the suburbs, with a huge, perfectly landscaped yard, and a shiny new car in the driveway. To have it all. (And how important it is to have insurance to protect all of these precious assets.)
How much of who we are—and the decisions we make—is really a result of the values that were instilled in us, and how much of it is simply a result of what’s been drilled into our minds by consumerism?
Write to me and tell me your thoughts on how consumerism (or this post, in general) has influenced your life, or comment below. Would love to hear from you.
Until next time…
Namaste curious. And never sit too close.