Each morning after I get up, the clock begins ticking — not simply on my day, however on my price as a human being.
I’m self-employed, which implies I’ve internalized capitalism’s favourite lie: if I’m not actively creating wealth, I’m nugatory to society. It’s like having a miniature Jeff Bezos perched on my shoulder, tutting disapprovingly each time I dare to exist with out producing revenue.
The psychological math is relentless. A 30-minute lunch with my spouse? That’s half an hour of misplaced productiveness. Strolling the canine? Time that might’ve been spent answering emails.
This productiveness nervousness seeps into each crack of each day life like kudzu taking up a Southern backyard. It transforms primary human actions into sins in opposition to capitalism.
Probably the most twisted half is I do know higher. I perceive this mindset is as wholesome as a deep-fried stick of butter at a state honest. However realizing you’re in a lure and escaping it are two very various things.
Productiveness nervousness isn’t some unintended byproduct of contemporary life. It’s a fastidiously engineered characteristic of capitalism, designed with the precision of a navy operation. The extra we fear about not being productive sufficient, the more durable we work — and all…
