I would edit this myself to say, “the ones that listen, and the ones that are just waiting for their turn to talk (about themselves) again.
I wish more people understood actually listening to what is said. I think the issue is a lack of compassion. So many people just don’t give a SHIT about others and it’s very sad.
Well, sometimes it is awkward to complain when your life is materially better than your friends but you still have that incessant internal voice telling you that you’re a loser. I can see why they might tell me: you own your house, have a decent job, a beautiful longtime wife, what are you whining about? Look at me!
But the fact other people aren’t doing as well doesn’t make me feel any better about things at all — if anything, it makes life seem more bleak sometimes. It’s tough trying to explain that, though, so I’ve decided not to bother.
The fact of the matter is most of us are comparing ourselves against an idealized version of ourselves, then getting unhappy when it’s always out of reach.
And it will always be out of reach. If you’d told me 20 years ago: this is how your career and financial picture will be in the future, I would have been thrilled, because everything was much more uncertain and unstable back then.
Now, I want to accomplish something more with my life and worry I have peaked, when 20 years ago that peak would have seemed great.
That inner drive to achieve more is what sets us apart as humans — it’s why we are constantly trying to building something that lasts, rather than being content to lay in the sun and lick our balls like a dog.
At the same time, that drive makes us restless and dissatisfied. Same thing with anxiety — as a species, it is probably why we dominate the food chain. We are always computing scenarios and solutions.
Yet it can make life seem pretty bleak even when it objectively is not.
Realizing these things isn’t much of a solution, either: I constantly tell myself “stop worrying” and “stop having unrealistic expectations,” but my brain refuses to comply with those orders.
The only thing I can come up with is just to accept that I’ll always be restless and striving, constantly criticizing myself, because it’s a matter of evolutionary biology. There is no off switch, so I might as well stop driving myself crazy looking for it…