Then there was jewelry making, pottery, tie-dye, gardening, volksmarching, camping - the list goes on and on. Each hobby or fad lasts a few months, consumes a few thousand dollars, and then is quickly forgotten, as some new hobby, fad, or cause comes to the forefront.
Most of us, when working, look forward to retirement as a time of relaxing leisure - sitting in a beach chair or hammock, reading the latest trashy novel and just enjoying doing nothing with our spare time. Not having to worry, not having to obsess.
And maybe this is not possible. Maybe the human brain requires this sort of activity in order to survive. And that is why people take up hobbies, join clubs, get on committees, or become "causistas" of the Left or Right.
For people who have mindless jobs that don't require a lot of work, they have plenty of time to obsess about other things (as I do, with this blog). Folks who have difficult jobs, which require a lot of concentration and worry, don't spend a lot of time taking up "causes" and annoying the snot out of everyone else. And retirees, with a lot of free time on their hands, can cause all sorts of trouble, by taking up causes and just generally making everyone's life miserable (Hint to Grandpa: No more forwarded e-mails!).
Why do people do this? We like to keep busy, that is one part of it. I think another part is the need for people do create noise in their lives, to drown out the deafening silence as I have written about before.
If you calm down and clear your mind of all this extraneous junk, you can focus on what is really happening in your life. And what you end up realizing is a lot of scary shit:
1. You are slowly running out the clock on your life
2. You are going to die, in the not-too-distant-future, and it will be messy, uncomfortable, and painful.
3. Your life really won't "mean" a heck of a lot, even if you are a Nobel Prize winner or President of the United States.
4. Once your are dead and everyone who knows you is dead, it will be like you never existed at all.
Now, for some folks, this sounds depressing. But it is reality and reality is value-neutral. How you choose to perceive the "values" of reality is up to you. And most people choose to ignore reality, and instead drown out the silence with endless activities, fads, hobbies, distractions, and causes. So long as we are constantly tweeting and texting and e-mailing, we don't have to think about the "messy things" in our lives.
And I think that is sad, because the "keeping busy all the time" way of life is very superficial and shallow. Having 500 Facebook friends is not nearly on the same level as having one lover. And denying death and the finite nature of life acts as an obstacle to actually enjoying it.
And it is true. Americans believe that "but for" some intervening cause, life would go on forever. We are perpetually shocked and surprised that people actually die as if it were some aberration. Even here on retirement island, where funerals are a weekly occurrence, people treat death as some unexpected and bizarre weather phenomenon.
I'll give you an example. I got a weird phone call from my pot-smoking stinking hippie brother. He left a voicemail message telling me he was driving in his GMC Yukon (surprise, surprise, the "save the world hippie" doesn't have a Prius, but I digress). He was "concerned" that my 90-year-old Father, who has some sort of slow-growing blood cancer, decided to opt out of yet another round of chemotherapy. He could not understand why Dad was doing this!
And the reason he was concerned, was not for Dad, but for himself. You see, once Dad dies (and he will, he's 90 for chrissakes) my brother will be the oldest one left in the family. Batter up! You're next in line for your own personalized death. And that scares the living crap out of him, if you'll pardon the pun and mangled metaphor.
But here's the deal: The oldest living person on the planet is about 114. I say "about" because the title of "oldest living person on the planet" is one that gets batted around rather quickly. We had the "oldest living person" right here in Georgia, for a few months, at least. Miss America gets to wear her crown longer.
So, when you hit 80 or 90, you should be expecting the party to be over, and rather shortly. The odds of making it to 100 are slim, and the odds get really long after that. Death should not be something you are surprised about - it is inevitable.
If you think about it that way, well, you realize that your life is finite and there is not a lot of time left to enjoy yourself. Running around getting stressed out over bullshit, or signing up for other people's causes isn't going to do anything except create a buzzing in your brain that will allow you to not think about more important things in life.
I dunno. I can sit on a chair at the beach and just stare at the ocean for hours. I don't need to write a protest letter to the government saying the beach should be different, mostly because it doesn't have to be, and I doubt my letter will do anything anyway.