Posted by PintofStout on February 1, 2008
This morning I skated across my deck, gingerly tread the stairs down to the car, and found my car encased in ice like a prehistoric beast churned up by an ancient glacier. If I were sane, I would have turned around, braved the icy deck, and stayed home at least for a few hours. But our culture finds that unacceptable. We wouldn’t want the economy to collapse, now would we?
Sure, I could have stayed home anyway, but there is some invisible bayonet pushing us into our cars and down the highway. That invisible bayonet is debt. So we continue to walk a plank and put ourselves at unnecessary risk in order to appease the master. I don’t mean to imply that we should hole up anytime a little weather rolls in; after all, there is risk in everything. Instead, there should be some flexibility in our work habits that will never be present until the debt trap is broken. Sigh. Now to drive back.