This is a story about fantasy worlds...
It should come as no surprise that a geek like me played Dungeons & Dragons a couple of times when I was a kid. Actually, I played the Marvel Super Heroes role-playing game far more. I think I even got to be 'dungeon master' one time, setting an adventure in the Marvel world.
Really, I've had little desire to retreat into the fantasy world. When I was a kid I used to spend a lot of time day-dreaming, but that was as much borne of frustration with age-related restrictions. In the UK you can't drive a car until you're 17 years old. You can't get a credit card and it's generally assumed that you're going to be stuck in school until you're 18. You can't get a decent job that pays decent money until you're 21+ and even then you're probably going to be too poor to afford any of the things that you really want. However, I took a few short-cuts and I was able to start doing some cool stuff soon after leaving college.
Writing a work of fiction - a novel - was not something that came from plot lines and characters I'd been imagining for a long time. I hadn't been inhabiting some inner fantasy world; waiting for the right time to put it down on paper.
What seems clear to me is that so many of us are keen to escape from day-to-day reality. You've realised you're never going to be a professional footballer or pop singer, so now what's the best you can hope for? That you don't die penniless and in a great deal of pain and discomfort? Yeah, the problem is that you're definitely going to get sick and old, and you're definitely not going to be be rich & famous.
To ditch your responsibilities and run away is a widely held fantasy. You've got your career, your reputation, your spotless curriculum vitæ, your mortgage and loans, your life insurance, your pension. You've got to think about your credit rating and what 'box' you fit in. If you quit the rat race, do you even exist?
I often wonder why people stay in lame underpaid boring jobs, doing shit that's doing nothing to benefit anybody - at best - and at worst is downright destructive. Everyone must be a damnsight more locked into the system than we dare to talk about. The number of households who would go into mortgage or rent arrears if they missed just one or two paycheques is astounding. We don't dare to dream because we can't afford to.
I'm a sensation seeker, so I must admit that I'm totally comfortable flirting with disaster. There's no such thing as "rock bottom" in my world. Even in some diabolically awful situations, I've been thinking "I really need to tell people what this is like". Everything that I've experienced is an asset not a curse. Writing about some things that I've been through has been the payoff for the short-term pain and discomfort I felt.
It's alarming to see a world that revels in fantasy. It suggests that we are so downtrodden that we no longer have realistic aspirations. People have given up on the idea of wealth and status, and instead they immerse themselves in the lives of cartoonish fantasy figures: celebrities who live lives of unimaginable riches and fame.
There used to be a time when the fantasy was to get married, buy a house, have kids, a job for life, a trade or a profession. Now we fantasise about being people we're not; people we could never be. In a pyramid scheme, there's not enough room at the top for everybody. We all lose out in a pyramid scheme world. I really don't give a fuck about the land of opportunity because the opportunity doesn't really exist. On the balance of probability, you're just one of the luckless fools who's helping the rich get richer. Every time the pyramid gets a little taller, you get pushed a little lower, down into the dirt.
A truly remarkable discovery for me was that most people are doing a lot worse than you think. Even though we put a brave face on everything, the free market has evolved to separate fools from their cash very efficiently. You might earn double or quadruple what the average person does, but you shop in a more expensive supermarket, buy more luxurious things and have more expensive tastes. You have pigeon-holed yourself into the income bracket that means that you have more-or-less the same amount of disposable income as somebody in a completely different socio-economic group.
The fun part of my 'research' during the past years, has been to take that journey: from the homeless people in the park, living off London's unsold sandwiches, to the fakers living a life of pseudo-glamour and trying to present an image of wealth and success. Scratch beneath the surface and you see that the people at the bottom have given up, while those in the middle are hopelessly trying to claw their way to the top, totally unable to see that they're being pushed ever downwards.
One final thing: when you do give up, it's just as fun and liberating as you'd think it would be.
Tags: #writing #homeless #capitalism