CRAP - A Personal Discovery
The Commercial Retail Action Plan
Date: 8/7/2008 12:24:11 AM ( 13 y ) ... viewed 1691 times
When I lived “in community”, 500 people were fed by about 20, and fed well by people passionate about providing their family nutritious and palatable fare; buying in bulk, with a minimum of waste and negative environmental impact. When I lived in my “condo community”, 500 people were fed by about 200, with little meals for one or two or four; buying retail, expensively, inefficiently and generating mind-boggling over-packaged waste.
“In community”, 500 people had their transportation needs fulfilled completely with less than 100 vehicles. In Condo-land, it was more like a 1-to-1 ratio, 500 vehicles serving 500 people.
In community, beautiful shared social spaces provided a venue to get to know our neighbors and enjoy their company. In condo-land, I’d wave to a few folks here and there, but for the most part knew no-one outside of my own little domicile. Alienated insect-like. Little separate lives in little compartmentalized stacked and rowed cells.
In community the focus was on what we did with our leisure and creative time. In our American DayDream, our focus was on working and (over)achieving, earning the dollars to pay for lifestyle and stuff to fill the endless need-void, while at the same time surrounded by stuff already purchased, and mostly unused and un-enjoyed.
In my beach condo, my surrounded by my achieved rewards, I realized THIS was never MY plan. To work this hard. Surrounded by clutter. Stressed by bills and debt. Bombarded with endless marketing, sales and hype. Devoid of social intimacy. Feeling want and need and pressure. Existing and aging within a trap of my own methodical making.
I realized… this was someone else’s plan.
I was executing, and living, a plan that wasn’t my own.
And looking around, I knew I wasn’t alone.
I was one of the indoctrinated, and operating right on schedule.
This plan I realized, directed me to achieve beyond my healthy limit to enable maximum consumption, reinforced by unending fear-fueled motivators and education of needs and desires I might other-wise not be aware of. I learned I would never be attractive enough, have as much fun or be judged highly enough by those around me without buying all the marvelous goods and services available to those with Benjamins (or future Benjamins in the form of debt) to trade.
I realized the I was living out a Commercial Retail Action Plan, almost magically spelling CRAP as an acronym. After much contemplation, the scales dropping from my eyes, I’d come to better understand the tenants and details of the CRAPlife, which I need to write of further.
But in the meantime, I’ve initiated movement, although with great difficulty, to other more contrarian and self-defined plannings. It’s a process. Critically important to reclaim sanity and control. I've made some progress, but still have a long way to go.
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