Friday, December 27, 2013
Driving down the highway my eyes are filled with so many things that I had no idea I needed. Pulling into a shopping center I see so many stores and services that suggest that I need to loose weight, change my hair, get a tan, eat better (healthier, more fit, more local), wear better clothes. American marketing seems to fill every moment with needs I had never considered. Am I so unhappy with myself, with the things I own, with the food I eat? I miss living in a world of blissful ignorance of consumptive suggestions being pushed upon me. Do they exist in Japan and I don't see them or understand them? It seems like a different way here, a constant wanting for better, for more. In lieu of acceptance of something second rate, there is an anxiety to find the perfect thing, to live the perfect way. I suppose it is its own way of living with its own happiness and suffering.