7Wannabe5 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 7:03 am
Well, I think people can and likely will have plural purpose, more than one mission that ties together head, hands, and heart.
well, sure. just not every mission. e.g., for all the attention woodworking gets in this board, i don't really see it in my future. i can't "prioritize" it if it's not an actual priority for me. but food is seriously in my past, present and future.
7Wannabe5 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 7:03 am
I also believe that for strong majority of humans, some engagement with the very broad realm of “food” may form one of these purposes
yes of course. in that broad realm i'd rather choose "chef" over cattle rancher. just got more aptitude and means and training for it.
7Wannabe5 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 7:03 am
In fact, total disengagement from food as purpose is likely a symptom of the disease of specialization.
yeah, the soylent guy has always given me the creeps a bit. although there is always room for astronaut food. just... not always
7Wannabe5 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 7:03 am
Spiritual fasting or growing some of your own food are means by which humans can regain sense of purpose in this realm. Thus, apartment homesteading as cure for those most likely to be emotionally or functionally detached seems like good idea to me.
i guess that too, yeah. when i started this i think i just wanted to provide a hedge to urban living, add some production modules outside of sheer money-earning + consumption. but as a form of therapy, why not? i'm very much for therapy.
7Wannabe5 wrote: ↑Fri Apr 30, 2021 7:03 am
Of course, one could also argue that on some level industrialization leads to emotional detachment even for rural dwellers. For obvious instance, I doubt that most of the workers in a Tyson poultry processing plant derive great sense of purpose from their work, but this is even more of a reason why engagement in urban areas is critical.
i don't know about this. i know of farmers who got into contracts with tyson and hated it, but those were independent farmers who wanted something specific out of farming life. recently saw a documentary, can post you a link when i find it...
ETA: it was
EATING ANIMALS. watching that fucked me up.
as for factory farms, i've heard about people who work in pig plants, and at least the maternity ward folks seem to show the same level of commitment to saving lives that you see in tv shows about er doctors. i mean they really give their all to help the little piggies thrive. i can't presume to know what things are like for factory farm workers though, since i am not one and haven't lived among them to ask.
i have done other blue collar work and have seen that people get a lot of meaning, dignity, a sense of purpose and belonging and social connection from their work though. it's rarely "just a paycheck." this might not be readily apparent from a middle class perspective, but it's very much there.
eta: i'm now reminded of "a day in the life of ivan denisovich" where gulag prisoners get meaning and satisfaction from building a wall right.
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ANYWAY, i solved my worm and compost problem by identifying and contacting a local gardening group who welcomed my worms and will receive my compostables in the future. achievement: unlocked. but socially, not individually. gotta love having nice neighbors--that's the beauty of cities, there's always someone doing something interesting one can connect to somehow.
so, no more "indoor worms" for me when floorspace is at a premium and occupied by real priorities. maybe some other time.
we'll just focus on potted plants this season, and see what happens. gotta keep the experiments within manageable scope, as we have many other things to tend to.
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2nd thing to add: rereading my original post, i can see that my actual misanthropy is greatly reduced, in spite of the abstract misanthropy of witnessing covidiots throughout pandemic.
it's great to find people one can click with, which is something i greatly missed in the boonies.
even if they're not necessarily the best of friends, just the pleasure of positive feedback and mutual understanding with friendly compatible acquaintances boosts dopamine and serotonin and who knows how many other good things. hell yeah cities!
the brain atrophies in social isolation, so i'm glad to be done with this quasi-hikikomori phase of my life. fuck!