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I was in a thread in GD that Rosemary started saying that she just couldn't understand why people could be unemployed for years. She thought they were lazy, or clueless about finding a job. She blamed the universities for not teaching us college grads how to find a job, or how to start a business, which is ridiculous. This flamefest has gone on for several days, and the utter lack of compassion is amazing. Rosemary, BTW, said she was disabled, so I guess she's not lazy. She seems to have all the answers for the rest of us.
Anyway, I finally thought of the real core issue, which is not judging yourself by whether you have a paying job or not. It's also about your purpose in life. Your purpose is not defined by whether you get paid or not. The meaningful things I've done in my life have been done for free. So I am reposting this as a jumping off point, because I think it expresses my feelings well:
The bedrock issue: My life has meaning because I SAY that it does. My life is important because I say it is important. Not in an egotistical way. I have no temporal power over others to make them do anything.
What I do is important to fulfill myself and fulfill my purpose in the world.
If I cook a meal, sew a garment, weed a flowerbed, fertilize a plant so that
it flowers and adds beauty to the world, thank the mockingbirds as they chase
each other and I watch them, paint a picture, play music, sing,
pick out the colors to paint my house, make a pot of tea, wash the dishes,
make a piece of jewelry, light a candle to commemorate a person I miss who
loved me, research my ancestors to find out what sort of people I came from,
clean the clothes, mow the lawn, read to a child, comfort a friend who is
depressed.......
all those actions are meaningful in and of themselves.
Their meaning is not dependent on whether someone pays me for them or not.
My worth as a person with something to give to the world is not dependent on whether I have a paying job or not.
My worth is part of who I am, and my talents and skills. My worth comes from the fact that I exist. It comes from the fact that there are people who love me for being "the very one that I am" to quote John Bradshaw.
There are people who love me for being the unique, never to be here again ME. There are people who I love back for being the unique, never to be here again THEM.
This is what's important underneath all the squabbling from Rosemary about "Do you have a job or not? You're lazy, then. Your worth is dependent on a paycheck." Ironically, by her standards she would not meet that standard.
Her values seem to be the superficial one of "are you getting a paycheck from SOMEBODY ELSE?". Her values are dependent on other peoples' opinions & actions. Are you employed? If not, you're worthless. I say it means you're exploited. That is no way to live. Just because I can't make somebody else hire me, and the businesses I have started have either not gotten off the ground, or have failed due to lack of sales, doesn't make me worthless.
Basing your self image on what other people think of you is a horrible way to live. It's a good way to drive yourself crazy. We are all taught to internalize other peoples' opinions of us so we will be good conformist sheep, driven by unearned guilt and shame. Since most people like to judge and blame other people, to get their minds off their own problems, taking others' opinions seriously is a straight ticket to horrible, hopeless depression. (Read John Bradshaw, Ph.D.)
Most people are more worried about what you think of them than they are about developing their own opinions about anything in life.
What's important in life? Time for looking back at some personal history.
Will people remember all the hundreds of trials I took down in shorthand, and the transcripts I typed for the appeals?
Nope. I got paid for that. I worked incredibly hard, and made many thousands of dollars from that years ago. I got to where I hated it, I was stressed out and I cried every day after I got home from work, even when everybody at work was nice to me. I was one out of two hundred people who started court reporting school and finished and made a living at it. That's one half of one percent. Yet it didn't give me any satisfaction that I was doing anything meaningful.
Will people remember the hundreds of choir concerts & orchestra concerts I performed in and the good feelings they got from beautiful classical music?
Yes. I did those for free. Because I loved doing it.
Will they remember the joy they got from hearing me play the piano, play violin solos, and direct the choir in my local church on Sundays and special occasions?
Yes. I did those for free. Because I loved doing it.
Will people remember the joy they got from seeing the pictures and scarves and pillows I painted, and wearing the jewelry I made?
Yes. I sold those, and made a tiny amount of money. Because I loved doing it.
Will people remember the emotions they felt, the laughter they enjoyed, as I acted in plays and sang beautiful music written 170 years ago, in an opera, before them?
Yes. I did those for free, because I loved doing it.
If I was going to die in a week, and you asked me "Who am I?" what would I say?
Would I say I was a court reporter? No. Would I say I was a musician? Yes. Would I say I was an actress? Yes. Would I say I was a creative artist? Yes.
The things I do that I identify myself with are the things that I have not been paid for, because our society does not value artists and musicians. If we valued culture the way Europe does, I would have had no problem being paid. But I would do it anyway. That's unfortunate. It does not change the meaningfulness of what I have done for decades.
Because I loved doing those things. For the glory of being alive.
:woohoo: :grouphug: :toast:
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