Welcome to the selfish city!

Ui, ich glaub das Rumsitzen in meiner Bude und Lesen von 1000 Seiten hirnerweichendem Marketing-Geschwafel treibt mich gerade in eine kleine philosophisch-melancholische Stimmung. Egal, ich bin bei der Prüfungsvorbereitung jedenfalls gerade auf einen Text gestoßen, in dem ein englischer Psychologe seine perception der Gesellschaft in Sydney beschreibt und muss sagen: Recht hat er - leider! Also, nicht nur in Sydney, sondern generell. Poste mal einen Abschnitt, den ich besonders treffend und daher so tragisch finde!
Beim Lesen merk ich nochmal mehr, wie dankbar ich für einige Leute bin - mit denen ich teils genau darüber erst gesprochen habe. U MEAN THE WORLD TO ME und danke, dass unsere Freundschaft all die Zeit und Entfernungen überlebt!!!
(Den ganzen Artikel aus dem Sydney Morning Herald hab ich als Link rechts in der Link-liste hinzugefügt, wenn ihr ihn lesen wollt…!)

"... He met "Will", a psychiatrist-businessman who works 18 hours a day. Will, like many who have caught the affluenza virus, has commodified a range of values that used to exist outside the market place. As well as the home becoming a commodity, friendship is now increasingly being seen as "what's in it for me". ...

...there is material wealth, but a terrible sadness at their core. This sadness, says James, is living in a society where you feel valued for your possessions, status, house and looks. The accumulation and maintenance of these things keeps you on a treadmill that leeches life of real meaning.

That meaning might involve reading a book, teaching a child how to thread a daisy chain or helping a friend move house. They are things that don't lead us to "achieve anything", and do not provide money or status. ...

...Cities struck by the virus, including New York and Sydney, have similar characteristics. Their residents are likely to feel insecure. "Constantly comparing your lot with others, especially those who have more than you, is not a prescription for feeling safe," Jones writes. This creates anxiety, "the proverbial bottomless pit" of never being quite happy enough with what you've got. "Modern capitalism then comes charging in on its white horse with a host of false panaceas: antidepressants, booze, drugs, plastic surgery and shopping..."