There’s a screed making rounds on social media by a childless woman who says it’s great to have no children at 37 because you can sleep in every day and leave the house at a moment’s notice whenever you want.
What struck me in this statement isn’t the issue of childlessness. I didn’t have a living child at 37 either. But I couldn’t sleep in every day and go wherever the fancy struck me because I had a job. Don’t people without small children usually have jobs? Who is that person who sleeps late every day at the age of 37? Don’t you have things to do? OK, so you don’t have children but you’ve got to have something. Where is it that you can even go at a moment’s notice? Shopping? With what money if you don’t have a job?
It’s really weird that people who are not at all young have these strange fantasies of life filled with doing nothing. Not being able to hang around aimlessly and not following your whims because you have responsibilities is normal. And it’s not in the least unpleasant. It doesn’t bother me that I have to go to my job every day and that I can’t leave the office until the workday is over. Or that I have to get up early to pack Klara’s lunch box and make her breakfast. I love it.
Not having a life structured by routines arising from responsibilities leads to depression and anxiety. There’s no doubt that the author of the screed is on some form of psych meds. Not because she’s childless but because her understanding of happiness is the opposite of what makes humans happy. “I need to be free from everything that constitutes life” leads to dark places. People have been sold the fantasy that aimless, shiftless, uprooted existences are the ultimate in joy but when they engineer such lives for themselves, the joy doesn’t come. And it’s not surprising.
Haven’t seen this screed, but the basic assumption is that leaving the house “at a momentβs notice” happens after work.
As for sleeping in every day, who knows what she means by it. May be, it’s waking up at 8:00 to arrive at 8:30-9:00 to work, instead of waking up at 2:00 am, 4:00 am, 6:00 am, 7:00 and so on.
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It’s a very short period of time that you have to feed the baby every 4 hours. Even at my advanced age, it was no problem at all. Teething was hard, but again it’s not a permanent state. I don’t know why people fixate on the infancy stage when it’s really very short.
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\ Itβs a very short period of time that you have to feed the baby every 4 hours. Even at my advanced age, it was no problem at all.
One website in an article about the 1st year said it is still every 4 hours at 6+ months.
If a woman returns to full time work at 3 months, it is brutal.
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That depends on how well the babyβs sleeping at that time. If the babyβs sleeping through the night, youβre not going to wake her up to feed her; that doesnβt make sense.
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Mine did not sleep through the night until almost age 3. None of them.
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Btw, I had been waiting and waiting for “Demon Copperhead” to arrive to my library till finally bought it yesterday. π
Only at chapter 11 so far and with school year starting and lack of practice in reading books it’ll take me a while to finish, but am glad.
Now I understand why people compared the narrator to Huck Finn; there is something similar in the sense of humor.
You called it an American novel of the crisis, so is it finally the book that can be analyzed with the help of Zygmunt Bauman’s theories? If so, hope to come back with some theories to share and discuss with you about this novel, even if it takes time.
Couldn’t force myself to read any novels for a long time, partly because everything seemed like usual plots and things I’ve read before many times. So far, this book did draw me in.
Another novel I’m planning to read is “Granddaughter” by Bernhard Schlink. May be, you’ll want to try it too. The reviews sounded interesting. Don’t post here because of spoilers, but this part sounds great:
// ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΡΡΠ°Π΅ΡΡΡ Π½Π°Π»Π°Π΄ΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΠΈΠ°Π»ΠΎΠ³ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡΠΌΠΈ, Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ. Π Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ Π½Π° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΡ ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ·Π½Ρ. ΠΠ°, ΡΠΎΡΠΌΠ°Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠ½ΡΡΡΡ ΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ» ΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΌ, Π½Π° ΠΌΠΎΠΉ Π²Π·Π³Π»ΡΠ΄.
// ΠΠ½ΡΡΠΊΠ°” β ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΊ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΌΡ, ΠΎΡ Π·Π°ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΠ΅ΡΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΈ ΠΊ Π²ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ, ΠΎΡ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ΄Π½Π΅ΠΉ Π΄ΠΎ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡ , ΠΎΡ Π½Π΅Π½Π°Π²ΠΈΡΡΠΈ Π΄ΠΎ Π»ΡΠ±Π²ΠΈ ΠΊ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π΅. ΠΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΈΠ²Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΡΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ°, Π¨Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΊΡ ΡΠ΄Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΠΏΠ½ΡΡΡ Π½Π°ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΆΠ΅, ΠΏΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ½ΡΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΄ΡΠ΅, Π΄ΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΠΊΠΎΠΆΡ …
Π‘ΠΏΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΉ Π½Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ – ΠΌΡΠ·ΡΠΊΠ°, ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΠΊΠ°, Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ°, Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Π° ΠΈ Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΡ. ΠΠ½ΠΈ Π²Π΅ΡΡΡ Π² ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΠ΅, Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Π°. ΠΠΎ ΡΠΎΠΉΠ΄ΡΡΡΡ Π»ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎ?!
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I will not rest until as many people as possible read this book. It’s a true work of art.
Between this novel and Jennifer Egan’s books we can say that American literature is definitely alive. And that’s great.
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I will not rest until as many people as possible read this book. It’s a true work of art.
Between this novel and Jennifer Egan’s books we can say that American literature is definitely alive. And that’s great.
The Schlink novel sounds interesting but I can’t find an English translation. There will be a Spanish translation later in the year, it seems.
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\ The Schlink novel sounds interesting but I canβt find an English translation.
I loaned a Russian translation from the library.
https://www.litres.ru/book/bernhard-shlink/vnuchka-69130984/chitat-onlayn/
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One more book that was too long for me to read online, so I hope to buy it too after finishing DC, is Winston Churchill’s “My Early Life”.
ΠΠ½Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΊ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π΅ “ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ: 1874-1904”
Π ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π΅ Π£ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠΎΠ½ Π§Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ Π²ΡΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΈΠ½Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ, ΡΠΊΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ, ΡΠ²ΠΎΡ ΡΠ»ΡΠΆΠ±Ρ Π² Π³ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΊΡ, ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π² Π±ΠΎΠ΅Π²ΡΡ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΡΠ±Π΅, Π½Π° ΠΈΠ½Π΄ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π³ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΈ Π² ΠΠ³ΠΈΠΏΡΠ΅, ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΏΠΎΠ½Π΄Π΅Π½ΡΡΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π²ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ Π²ΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΠΠ½Π³Π»ΠΎ-Π±ΡΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΎΠΉΠ½Ρ, ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ±Π΅Π³ ΠΈΠ· ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½Π°, Π° ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ Π²ΡΡΡΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠΈΠΊΡ Π² ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Π΅ ΡΠ»Π΅Π½Π° ΠΏΠ°ΡΠ»Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΠ°.
“ΠΠΎΠΈ ΡΠ°Π½Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ” Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΡ ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΈΡΡ Π·Π° ΡΠΎΡΠΌΠΈΡΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΈ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ΅Ρ ΡΠ°ΠΌ Π§Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠ»Π»Ρ, ΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠ½ΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΠΏΠΎΡ ΠΈ. ΠΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΉ Π·Π°Ρ Π²Π°ΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π°Π²Π°Π½ΡΡΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°Π½.
Loved the quotes:
// “ΠΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΌΠΈΡ. Π§Π΅ΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠ΅ Π²Π°ΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°Π·Π½ΠΎΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Π½Π΅Π΅ Π²Π°Ρ ΠΌΠΈΡ. ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π²Ρ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π³ΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΌΠΈΡ ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΡΠΈΡΡΡ”.
// ΠΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎ Π² ΠΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΈΠΊΠ΅ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π³ΡΠΎΠ·Π½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΠΊΠ°Π» ΠΠ±ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠ²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΠΆΡΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±Ρ, ΠΈΠΌΠ΅Π½ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΎΠΉ Π³ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½Π°Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ. ΠΠ΅Π½Ρ Π΅Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Π·Π΄Π° Π±ΡΠ» Π½Π°Π·Π½Π°ΡΠ΅Π½. ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ²ΡΡΡ ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΈΡ, ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π΄ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π»Π° ΠΊΠ½ΠΈΠ³Ρ Β«Π§ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π±Π΅Π· ΡΠ»Π΅Π·Β». Π ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π΅ Π½Π°Π·Π²Π°Π½ΠΈΠ΅, ΠΊΠΎΠ½Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ, Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Π°Π»ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ. ΠΠ½Π΅ Π²Π½ΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΊ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΅Π·Π΄Ρ Π³ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½Π°Π½ΡΠΊΠΈ Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ΅Π½ ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ, Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡ ΡΠ»Π΅Π·Π°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΡ ΡΡΡΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΡΠΉ Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ. ΠΡΠ½ΡΠΊΠ° ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π»Π° Π±ΡΠΊΠ²Ρ. ΠΡΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»Π° ΠΌΡΠΊΠ° ΠΌΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ. ΠΡΡΡΡΠ° Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π°Π»Π΅ΠΊΠΎ Π½Π΅ Π·Π°Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ, Π° ΡΠΆ Π³ΡΡΠ½ΡΠ» ΡΠΎΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠ°Ρ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈ Ρ Π³ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½Π°Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ. Π― ΡΠ΄Π΅Π»Π°Π» ΡΠΎ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½ΠΎ Π΄Π΅Π»Π°ΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ: ΡΡΠ΅Π» Π² ΠΊΡΡΡΡ. Π’ΠΎ Π΅ΡΡΡ Π·Π°Π±ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ Π² ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠΆΠ°Π²ΡΡΡ ΠΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠΈΠΉ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΈΠΊ ΠΊΡΡΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ²ΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π²ΡΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π»Π΅ΡΠΎΠΌ.
// ΠΠΎΠ΄Π°ΠΌΠΈ Ρ ΡΡΠΈΡΠ°Π», ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ²ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΎΠΏΡΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Π» Π²ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΠΊΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠΊΡ. Π ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·ΡΠ²Π°Π΅ΡΡΡ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·ΠΆΠ΅, ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΠ», ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΡ ΡΡΠΎ, ΠΏΠΎ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π°Π±Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΡΠΌ, Π΄Π»Ρ Π°Π΄Π²ΠΎΠΊΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Ρ ΡΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π½Π΅ Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π».
// “ΠΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»Π΅Π²Π°ΡΡ Π½Π°ΠΏΠ°ΡΡΠΈ, Π½Π΅ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΡΠ΅Ρ Π·Π°Π±ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ, Π±ΡΡΡ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ, ΡΠ±Π΅ΡΠ΅Π³Π°ΡΡ Π²Π°Ρ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎ-ΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΡ ΡΠΆΠ΅, ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ°Ρ-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡΠ΄Ρ ΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ±ΠΊΠ° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ½ΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π²Π°ΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ Π±Π»Π°Π³, ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π·ΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ΅, ΠΏΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΈΡ , ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅”.
“ΠΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡ Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅ΠΉ. “ΠΠ±ΠΎ Π²Π°ΡΠ° Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Ρ, ΠΈ ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ΅Ρ Π΅Ρ”. ΠΡΡΡΠΏΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅ Π²ΠΎ Π²Π»Π°Π΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ, Π±Π΅ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π±Ρ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ·Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²Π°. … ΠΠ΅ ΡΠΏΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡ “ΠΠ΅Ρ”. ΠΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡ Ρ Π½Π΅ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ. ΠΡ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅Π»Π°Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ±ΠΎΠΊ, Π½ΠΎ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π°ΡΡΡ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠ»ΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ, Π²Ρ Π½Π΅ Π½Π°Π²ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈΡΡ, Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π΅ΠΌΡ ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ. ΠΠ½ Π΄Π»Ρ ΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈ Π·Π°Π²ΠΎΠ΅Π²ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ΄ΡΠ΅. Π’ΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠ°Π· Π·Π° ΡΠ°Π·ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΡΡΡΡ, ΠΌΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ°Π΅Ρ”.
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I’ve known a couple of people who got married and opted out of kids because they felt they were too selfish to be good parents, didn’t want to share the spouse’s attention with anybody, didn’t want to crimp their lifestyle by having to move to the suburbs. I don’t get it ,but they seemed content enough.
I’m the sort of person who completely goes to seed if nobody needs me to be anywhere or do stuff in a timely manner. Having a family keeps me from mouldering.
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“Iβm the sort of person who completely goes to seed if nobody needs me to be anywhere or do stuff in a timely manner.”
I feel this so hard. I am quite self-sabotaging, and would probably weigh 600 lbs and live in squalor if I didn’t have a family. The people who are able to boss themselves around (for instance, in a gym) are a complete mystery to me. I can’t help blowing up any barricades I put on myself because I know they are aren’t real.
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Most of these self-deluded people, like the woman whose screed is doing its pathetic round of social media, don’t seem to understand that what may sound fun or great or liberating at 20 and 30, and maybe even at 40, will look increasingly depressing at 50 and 60, and positively despair-inducing the older they grow. They may still see themselves as bachelorette girls at 67, but from the outside it’s a very different look. And this no matter how rich, or successful, or good-looking they may be.
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Should you wind up near Orlando, have a little time to check out The Villages.
It’s the kind of place that exists because some people, mostly of one generation in particular, decided that instead of letting the kids have something to inherit that might get the kids off the track of inevitable basic lifestyle unaffordability and being stuck in their jobs out of fear of backsliding, they’d blow the entire wodge they’d stored as equity in their houses, vehicles, and other stuff they can liquidate so that they may invent an aspirational retirement lifestyle in which being 70+ is in and of itself attractive, cool, and interesting, with so many ultimately meaningless leisure and entertainment options in that Brave New Development that even Aldous Huxley would have thought he had been too conservative.
The hotel on a lake near the cluster of shops and entertainment on the north side of The Villages is a good place to start.
Brush up on the rules for “pickleball” before you visit, of course. π
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