So when the Stoics used to advocate preparing yourself in advanced for hardships through trials, and not indulging in unnecessary extremes of comfort and luxury, they we’re completely full of shit, on some Meta-Hedonist Denial?
Bad times occur often in the ancient world, even our own. There is a base necessity, then +. But most luxury gets absurd after a while, and it’s unnecessary. A example… a $50,000 Hermes handbag, handsew by a Frenchman using premium leather, or a $10 bag from Thailand, bootleg, handsewn in a similar fashion, same design and functionality, likewise leather of a slightly different quality that’s usually just based on aesthetics and not functionality or durability.
Some of the Mega rich collect hundreds of these bags from around the planet… hitting store after store for that special edition. I can buy a equal number of bootlegs off a single paycheck from Burger King.
Same with cars, homes, food… yeah, the rich can have “more”, but they can’t use more. Still stuck to sleeping in one bed at a time, one phone, one car in use. Its really hard for the rich to achieve wealth beyond what the poor, if clever, can parallel. Bring rich can certainly have advantages, but increasingly less.
Furthermore, let’s take your viewpoint to a infantry squad leader… shocked to find that instead of packing rations such as MREs, he packs cheesecake and M&Ms for a week long mission, and his canteens are filled with soda and vodka, and half his rucksack has somehow stuffed a inflatable bed inside…
I’m sure he is going to take your arguments well. That boy is gonna get all his shit thrown out, bare essentials, and made to lowcraw through mud and water, carrying double ammo and water more than everyone else. Its okay a little luxury… like a snack, maybe a tiny airplane pillow or a playboy, but not half your stinking room, including a laptop in the woods when your going tactical.
The whole point is to remain flexible, adaptible, and learn to trust your equipment, the bare essentials, as all you need, and to be able to dig down deeper and do more without luxuries. Life and death depends on this. If the military doesn’t get it, then everyone has to learn this lesson when society starts falling apart.
I remember my first night back from Iraq… I was in a Alaskan Hotel, uncomfortable with everything around me. I was staring out at the winter landscape past the city, into the frozen sea. Everything looked very different, extremes of wealth everywhere. In the morning, I crawled to the window, looked outside amazed. I was having trouble walking (knee injury, atrophy). Made my way down to the lobby, wanted the pool, but it was closed… too much chlorine. I told them I just returned back from Iraq and wasn’t scared of the chlorine, and really, really just wanted to float in some damn water already. So they let me… and I floated. Just floated… forever, looking up at the crenellation in the ceiling. I couldn’t help but feel it was pointless wasted wealth. All the expensive cars outside. Clothes in the stores. I never got over this awareness, when you get used to seeing people ride around in donkey carts, or live in plyboard houses stuck together on the fly, where the main piece of furniture was a carpet they would kneel on and chat drinking tea.
So yeah, I mock Stoics who never went first through the Cynic stage of living homeless, when they say they are finally really getting into philosophy, roughing it by sleeping in futons, or carpet with blankets under them… preparing for the worst, etc. Its bullshit, get back into your bed. In my case, the bed was killing me, no matter how many boards I put under it, so I’ve resumed sleeping on the floor. Its hardly a bad living, I’m warm, electric, don’t get rained on.
But when I look at guys hoarding guns, impulsively buying a new one every month, or having multiple cars, or even multiple houses, I roll my eyes. Its rather pointless in most cases. Going to the opposite extreme is too… thing is, eventually, either all of us, or our distant descendants, will be put in a crisis, be it homeless, refugee, or in war. Do you really want to deprive them of a skill set to inherent from you, in living adaptably and frugily? Or will you be of the opinion they can fend for themselves, or read a book, socialism or something, someone will save them?
Its good generally not embracing a extreme luxury. You can be the richest man in the world, and still live normally (Bill Gates sorta does this). Going overboard doesn’t do you any good at a certain point… but I’m talking personal luxuries. I think it’s fine to build a ever larger business, be it larger agriculture estate, or more shops from you shipping company Keep your company solvent and productive… but know we more or less capped the categories and types of wealth available out there.
Some idiots run about, buying a $300 pair of socks, one pair per day, throwing them out after one use. Why? I make it just fine on $5 socks, and to be fucking honest, my sock is of a much better quality than that hand sewened French crap.
People just get stupid when they get too much wealth. They often can’t tell quality objects of high wealth from cheap crap… I remember one store I guarded, had $1000 vases, but the store also hired a florist who would bring cheap as shit Chinatown vases in for her flowers… she would put it on a $50,000 table, the real vases on the wall… people would ask me how much, and I’d try my damnest to repress my smile, and said I was just the security, and would get a sales associate to help them… walk up to the assistant manager and tell him… the gay guy would freak the fuck out, palms in face. I told him I sell the vase to them, split it 50-50 and not tell anyone, and he just moan. Peace of fucking worthless glass… but it was a functional vase, fit the decorum. Same with the table… IKEA came out with a bootleg version in the 90s, I recognized it… the US vice president got flustered and upset and I told him. They owned the rights to it since the 1920s.
Most things of true quality disparity are dissapearing. People who go overboard are merely indulging in elitist fantasies, or worst, have a serious psychological disorder going on. I’ve seen a lot of that. In my case, I dealt with millionaires and even billionaires daily, some very famous people, and then went and slept in the woods at night as a hobo, none the wiser.
In the end, I can say it was all silly fucking nothing. Rich aren’t any different, fuck, half of them are as fucked up on drugs as here, in my poor neighborhood. Slot of smart people, a lot of ignorant people. A lot of attractive people, a lot of buttugly. They often wanted me to follow ugly people like they we’re goingbto steal, but they tended to buy the most. Stupid fucking steotypes. One guy was a miles dace fatass wearing stained tee shirts, bought stuff for his mistresses. We would tell one another dirty jokes… whenever they got a new employee, they would sneak up to me and ask me to follow him. Id laugh, said I introduce them to him and get them a sales commission. Another fun gut, was one of the iPhone designers… that fucker lead me in mazes, didn’t look like nobody, but all the really famous big named tech guys knew him. After a while, I got tired of staring at him off of the corner of my eyes… new people would tell me to watch it, I do say what kind of phone they had (usually a iPhone) and told them he fucking helped design it. If he stole, I knew where to bill him, let him take whatever, we had cameras all over, but it’s better for you missy if you try to make the sale, cause he could buy everything in the store if he wanted to. Those guts never spent much, just little random stupid shit you would never identify as a luxury item for themselves… but they would get women some nice stuff. In Chinatown, I could buy a damn close equivalent of everything, just a few blocks down.