In the introduction of Rita Mae Brown's memoir Rita Will she writes "In one year's time you and I meet more people than our grandparents met in a lifetime."
Is this good? What does meeting more people mean? One night at the casino on a $5 blackjack table I probably see as many people as my grandparents did in one year.
How does this contribute to my quality of life or does it? We may meet more people but we have less friends or at least I do. I find it impossible to maintain friendships and work full time. Something about working 40 or so hours a week crushes me. Squeezes me like a trash compactor. I feel very disconnected from my community. When I worked three or four days a week I seemed to have more time for volunteer work, attending my Unitarian Universalist Church and working with my writers group.
Maybe one of these days if I'm lucky to make my living as a writer the work will nourish me enough so I'll regain that weightlessness that comes with not being couped up in a workplace and I'll be able to rekindle friendships.
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