pervocracy
@pervocracy

"your real problem is dopamine addiction. have you tried cutting out sugar, snack foods, alcohol, porn, TV, video games,"


pervocracy
@pervocracy

and the frustrating thing is I actually am trying to cut down on some of these (you can take the porn from my COLD DEAD HANDS) (...HAND) but there really isn't a point until the slow virtuous sources of pleasure become available to me.

would I rather play a video game, or go for an early morning walk with a close friend and spot the red flash of a cardinal in the misty woods? the second, sure! now ask me which one I can do when work starts before dawn and I come home afterward so low on fucks that I barely make it up the stairs!

most people already prefer fresh, organic, local food to Doritos! don't have to ask me twice! you do however need to hire me a personal chef who can spend hours every day planning meals, shopping, cooking, and cleaning the kitchen.

there's so many things like that. it's probably true that some people (not all! speaking of neurotransmitters) could come off psych meds if they were living a slow life of simple pleasures. BUT THAT IS A VERY BIG "IF."

and if you don't have the time and money and energy and lack of responsibilities necessary to live the simple life, I am extremely unconvinced that depriving yourself of the pleasures you can access does you any good at all.


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in reply to @pervocracy's post:

...Where's that one Marx quote?

Here it is:

The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.

I had dramatically improved my diet and was cooking almost daily ... when I was unemployed and had all the time all day.

then I got a job again and now it's delivery for every meal because i have nothing left in my soul at the end of the day.

I am too disabled to work and consequently I have all the time in the world to pursue the Simple Pleasures, but I, like, /couldn't/ until the doctors fixed my neurotransmitters. I could just lie in my bed and refresh the same three websites over and over again. And then after they fixed my brain suddenly I could just. Go Out and Do Things. I could write and draw and make plans with friends and everything was suddenly easier.

It's a bit like telling someone who's just broken their legs that they need to get up and walk it off. Like okay, but I need a cast and stuff first, I can't do that yet. Once I get better I will be able to start walking again.