well then, i said something stupid on the internet may that not be the first nor that last time
What I tried to communicate was that the hunter-gatherer life has, at least, the potential to be just about as horrible as the life of the impovershed. Right now your argument revolves around idealism and romantic portrayals.
Firstly, though, why don't we establish what makes life fruitful. No point in comparing life-span and ease of communication when both of those can be considered as double-edged swords.
And yes, I plan to take an anthropology course. Maybe when I stop being 14 and speaking brainlessly.
I'm sorry if I replied a little sharply. It is hard to keep in mind that some of the people I'm communicating with are as much as 20 years younger than me. It doesn't help that I've been on the internet for 19 years, myself... which leads perhaps to a subconscious feeling that the internet has grown up with me as much as I've grown up with it... when consciously, I know that's not true.
I'll re-iterate, though, that nothing I've said is rooted in romanticism. I don't have delusions about life as a rugged primitive adventurer. In fact, the first thing I'd be doing if there were any serious social breakdown is raiding a pharmacy to hopefully score enough insulin to buy my son a few more months of life after mass production and distribution of the stuff shuts down.
You'll just have to excuse me saying something stupid once in a while also, when the only time I get for myself to enjoy any of these modern luxuries I'm supposed to be so thankful for is when I give up sleep for it, and the rest of my waking hours are spent working under intense pressure. The reason I bring up comparison to hunter-gatherer life is that at least you can hunt and scavenge. In the modern world, everything is owned, monitored, and controlled. The consequence for not accepting the circumstances I'm complaining about are you don't have access to anything, even space to exist in -- in other words, a situation worse than life as a primitive hunter-gatherer.
My sad for today is I brought a shitload of work home for the weekend.
5 hot deliveries to monitor
13 shipments to track and clear customs
15 entries to audit
Bunch of record-keeping details to clean up
Training/Work instructions/Document templates to write/modify
I'll probably get the bare necessities done, be a jerk to my family for demanding my attention whenever I'm not focusing on work, angrily shirk responsibility for a few hours one night or the other, and then spend all next week anxious about when I'm going to get shit for the stuff I didn't get done while struggling to stay on top of daily operational stuff until the next weekend when I find once again that there's too much busy work to do for catching up on longer-term tasks.
I just have to keep telling myself that eventually my people will be trained. They'll have the skills to work independently and take turns covering weekends, or even handling crisis and unusual cases. I won't have to audit all their work forever. I won't spend all day every day answering questions or guiding people through things, leaving my own work for after hours. Every time I managed to find the time to document and formally establish a process is a weight permanently off my shoulders. It will get better with time and I just have to grit my teeth through this initial stage. But damn there's still a long fucking way to go.