cross-posted from: https://lemmygrad.ml/post/3190048

I’ve been languishing in my comfort zone. Continuing to do so will have terrible effects for me. To quote Marx, I “[have] become a monster, a huge mass of flesh and fat, and [am] barely capable of walking any more.” Ever since the pandemic started I’ve become a terminally online antisocial weirdo who barely ever leaves my room, let alone the house.

Of course, in addition to the damage this does to my personal life, it also makes me non - potentially even counter - revolutionary. As someone who wants to be a communist instead of just some internet poisoned middle class dilettante, I don’t know how I can be expected to jeopardize the comfort of my parasitic labor aristocratic class position when I can’t even get out of my comfort zone enough to go outside, eat real food, and do even the barest minimum of light exercise.

  • WhatDoYouMeanPodcast [comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    9 months ago

    I think @Othello@hexbear.net had a sick ass suggestion in feeding the homeless. That seems like the north star to feeling better about yourself.

    If I might offer some advice in addition to this, I would want you to ask yourself what is different at this point that you’ve made a thread about it compared to any other time since the pandemic started. What caused this post? Plenty of people are antisocial weirdos and get along relatively fine. I would posture to guess that the person you want to be wouldn’t be suffering the damage to their personal life or at least would only be doing it in exchange for revolutionary praxis. Like you’re getting a bad deal on the suffering and see no end to the bad deal unless you do something. If that’s the case, then there’d be a sick irony to knowing that doing these nice things like eating real food would simply be a superior experience, but struggling to move towards it. All that to say is if moving towards an image of yourself that you like isn’t cutting it, then maybe remembering that you’re getting a dog deal on suffering without helping others would motivate you. What if you went out, fed the homeless, and asked them what they’d do around town if they had $20? Then go do that with them. I just don’t think the opposite of your comfort zone is some kind of languishing in acid rain - you’re still on a pursuit of happiness. You might find purpose that makes being a middle class dilettante seem boring.