Where I belong

Meritocracy, e.g. A Modern Utopia by H.G. Wells.

Meritocracy, e.g. A Modern Utopia by H.G. Wells.

A place for everyone, and everyone in their place. This is just a little sinister, but of course Wells was writing without the benefit of hindsight that we now have about “socialists” who favour rigid hierarchies with a faint whiff of eugenics. Meritocracy is often a very appealing concept to those who get to define merit. Freedom is being satisfied with your allotted place.

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So, on top of my life falling apart, I get a meme calling me a fascist just cause I think people should do what they’re good at. Figures.

I guess it’s difficult for people to get where I’m coming from. Kids who grow up on farms are supposed to spend their teens longing to get away to the big city. My school buddies did. Carla did. But I was happy with where I was and what I had. I knew I was where I belonged. Mom and Dad never got that. They always wanted me to have some ambition beyond the farm.

Way I always saw it, I had the W4, why did I have to go anyplace else to do what I wanted? Why would I go to college to draw comics when there’s hundreds of online vidcast courses I could do from here? I only agreed to go on that Extreme Research thing to get my folks off my back about “new experiences” and “meeting people”. Sure, I enjoyed it, I had new experiences, I met people. But what good is meeting somebody you never get to see again? What good is wanting to be somebody you’re not, and going looking for things to want other than what’s right in front of you?

Now, all those opportunities everybody bugged me to go chasing after are gone, and all anybody wants is to know where the food’s coming from. Everybody’s got to re-evaluate their ambitions. A farmer is pretty much the best thing you can be now. Staying here turns out to be the best career move I ever made. It’s just a shame my family will never know it.

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12 thoughts on “Where I belong

    • I was envious of your farm even before the fall, as you know, but I always got the impression that you found your duties a bit of a chore. Perhaps your parents wanted you to pursue your artwork because they thought that it *was* what you were best at. I’m sure they only wanted you to be happy.

      • Sure, farming is hard work, but I never said I didn’t like it. I guess now nobody else is making the decisions and nagging me about it, it all seems more important. I got to step up and take on the responsibility, and that’s OK. It makes me feel sad, but also closer to my folks, like I’m doing what they were doing.

  1. I’m with you on the futility of ambition. All that time I wasted trying to make something of my life, it’s almost a relief nothing came of it. This could only be worse if I’d had a life I was fussed on giving up.

    • Hey, it’s not over yet. You got a store, you’re a big success now. I’d say you won, if you weren’t wasting your supplies on a bunch of looters.

      • Yeah. Talking of responsibilities and stepping up… with great secure shelters full of food comes a heap of trouble, and no matter how well you reckon you’ve prepared there are no easy answers. No doubt you’ve got all this to come.

  2. I am glad I meet you all once, even if we never meet again, just like I am glad I go to Beijing and help to start the Quarantine Movement, even if the army will take it from us. If we can no longer have the things we once hoped for, we have the influence those hopes gave us to take into our future.

    • I get that you need to believe that. It’s hard to let go of the idea that we can make a difference, even if we can’t do anything for anybody except ourselves now.

      • Yes, it is very difficult to believe this when I see every day the people who make a difference to me, and know that outside are the people who can choose to destroy everything we build or join us to build something greater.

        • Yeah, I gotta say, since the Triggers came along I’ve not had the option to ignore the future or the fact there’s still a lot of other people out there. At the very least, you start thinking about how things’ll work now, and where you’re going to fit in that picture.

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