There are so many unspoken tidbits in our everyday existence, that I want to let at least one cat out of the bag. One of these is my fellow humans (mostly in the Lower 48) that complain about fast, busy, stressful lives. The hidden lie behind these "complaints" is that they are actually bragging.
Let me be clear, I am not speaking of those that can barely keep their head above water.
No, what I speak of are the ex-burb McMansion dwellers, that don't have enough time to sit back and enjoy their fluorescent green Chemlawn saturated back yards. They are running, running around instead -- from daycare to lessons to offices, stuck in their climate controlled BMW's in a never ending traffic jam. You see, their dirty little secret is that they feel superior to "unstressed people", as their over-scheduled lifestyles and raccoon eyed children are clear indicators of their hardworking moral superiority.
They can pat themselves on the back each evening, knowing that a personal existential crisis has been averted-- due to their busy schedules. Obviously, someone with a 60 hour work week, bleary eyed children and a 4,000 square foot house is more important to the universe than someone that drives a Kia, works 40 hours as a clerk and lives in a small ranch. Right?
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