Whose slave are you?

As getting my worldtravel ticket might take some time, I thought perhaps it would be fun to write about stuff I find very interesting. Psychology stuff for instance. I’ll write it down for the folks who just like reading, but also for myself, as there are several things still bugging me all these years… so it’s a kinda self therapy to write it all down.

Psychology is a very old business. “Business” indeed! It’s as old as we are. And by “we”, I mean: we, the “survival machines.”

As we live in a very competitive world, we strugle all the time; for better jobs, for better homes, for better partners… and it all comes down to a simple fact:

We strugle in order to survive.

It was always that way and it shall allways be that way. And that’s where psychology pops-up for each of us.

What (psychology) means do you use in order to survive? And how good are you at it? How smart are you? How much money did your survival strategy earn you - and how often and how far did you spread your genes? Do you have a master upon you or are you a free individual? Or in plain English: are you someones slave? Or do you (in contrary) have an access to many resources, either if it’s about building your own business centre or spreading your seed whenever you’re pleased - and having as many kids as possible, with as many women as possible (either you can/want support them or not). Or in short: who are you?

I’ve seen/heard people in the past shout at me:

- you must be crazy for quitting that job!
- you’re just crazy if you let that girl go!
- you’re crazy if you don’t pay that bill!
- or you’re just crazy if you don’t listen to me …

Really, no kiddin’! Am I?

The illusion

What always kept bugging me is this for instance: why, oh why… can’t people get respect and get what they deserve (good salary for instance, personal respect - and kind words… not that it’s much asked) when working for someone else?
I saw it happen over and over again. Disrespect and (psychic) torture!

All around you.

What in a way I mean is this: if I’m an employee and doing some work for my boss, why can’t he/she just say: “thank you” when I’m done, give me my money and eventually say: “it was a good day working together, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice evening, good weekend, great FbeeeeepCK with your woman - or whatever it is you’re gonna do after your work…”?!

Not that she’d say (if it was a female boss): “Great, go home now, FbeeepCK your wife and have a fun!” She certainly wouldn’t say: “go and buy yourself some candy.” either. ;-)
… well, anywayz,.. the idea should be clear (I think I made my point now).

But it doesn’t work that way.
It’s not about work, payments, other kind of rewards and respect.
It’s about power!

Do you own your power? Is it your own power you use? How did you earn it? Where did you get it? Or did you have to steal it, make someone ill - or even murder people for it?

An even average boss shall rather think in therms like these: “if you work for me, then I own you! You’r a$$ is mine. If you work for someone else, then someone else owns you. What it’s gonna be?!”

Who owns you?
Whose slave are you?
Did you figure it out for yourself already?

Although, I won’t argue that having a boss upon you is necessarily a bad thing. In contrary, for many people it’s a good thing. There are many people who’re happy with their work and their bosses. They’re happy because they found the balance in between being satisfied and free. Or they just hate to think about tomrrow.

For me it somehow just doesn’t seem to work that way.

There are days though, that I secretly wish I was one of those people, but it’s just not in my nature to be someones slave. And then it’s a strugle (well it was very often in the past, at least). A strugle where nothing is certain tomorrow, just to name a thing, but that’s I guess the price you have to pay for not being someones slave… which is, when I think more deeply about it, an illussion, as tomorrow is uncertain anyway …either you’re someones slave or not.