The Goal Is Home

There are people I know personally who have been going emotionally berserk from being “trapped” inside their own homes and from not being able to go into work, which they saw before as a positive. These same folks must toss and turn at night with the thought of malls being closed, causing them to stay home. … Imagine such injustice and such horror.

There are people who miss going to work in the office, which is fine. And to be fair there are legit reasons to want to go back the office, which I get, I am not talking about those with legit reasons. I am referring to the folks who want to go back to the office for bad reasons, sick of their kids, spouses, run away from housekeeping, get away from their own problems. They are almost emotionally crippled by the fact they can’t go out, can’t buy this, can’t be here or be there. Part of me finds this worrisome, but a good indicator for where we are socially. This sort of cabin fever has been a talking point in my inner circle for a while now, and the longer this general sentiment goes on the more odd I find it. 

This is what I want to harp on.

My experience has been the complete opposite of whatever emotional short circuiting I described above. I have never been more at peace than I have been while working remotely the past few months. I mean seriously, I haven’t put a pair of socks on in probably 100 days, & it’s beeeeautiful. Oh, and not to mention, I don’t have to deal with office politics here?! No water cooler talk?! I don’t have to deal with random committees and BS hoop jumping!? Supervisors glancing over my shoulder, vulturing my every move?! Thank you Sweet & Almighty God! I am basically Swami Rama at home! That is to say; in just a few months of not having to deal with office politics I have mastered the ways of the yogi, and this is only after 4 months! The longer I am home the more I worry that I may suddenly ascend directly into the atmosphere against my own will, entering some sort of paradisiacal state, by the will of Something more divine than myself.

Jokes aside, I don’t leave my house for days on end and it’s been Heaven. On. Earth. There are no words for my gratitude. This has been an enlightening experience, and remote work has shown me what it is I truly love; home.

In such a modern world with so many options, who knew home could be so appealing? 

Working remotely from home has given me back all the energy I was spending on office politics, or what I also call “careerism”. Careersim will take up a lot of your energy. And that same energy I was using for careerism while in the office is now being used on mostly just being grateful to be at home with my family, chill, make meals, focus on things I find worthwhile. The positive difference in my mentality is staggering. When I first started working remotely I could have never have seen this coming – not that I was closed off to the idea that it could be so great to be at home all the time, but it was just so unexpected, nobody is talking about the joys of home. The home gets villainized for the dumbest reasons.

But the longer I am here the longer I think, “Why would I want to be anywhere else?”.

Why should we want to work in an environment if superiors are pressuring people to come back to work at a time like this? Huh? What is that about? This isn’t work anymore, it’s become something else. Here is a thought, & brace for impact: it’s entirely possible and it’s even *likely* that the superiors at the office we work at don’t have our best interest at heart. In fact, they are incentivized not to. This is common knowledge, but our bosses don’t care about us nearly as much as the people in our own homes care about us. I mean “Care” in the true sense, the familial sense. My superiors “care” about me because they get paid too, which I find morally unsustainable. Someone is bound to burn out. When the going gets tough for a lot of people out there – like it is right now – I don’t want to waste my time around people who get paid to do a crappy job fake being interested in me. Which is my biggest beef with the office place, its people who are paid to care about me, which inherently and literally means they don’t care about me. The people at your modern office workspace are not family, and they shouldn’t be called that. It’s insulting to your legitimate family to call them that.

If working remotely from home has taught me anything it’s this – and this will fly in the face of almost every superior I have ever had – but abandoning careerism and the office place should be in the future for a lot of people like me. And to be completely frank I am not smart enough or obedient enough to have any shot in a corporation anyway.

Working remotely from home – like I am now – is me just being at home in body, but in spirit… I am often somewhere else….. Hell, to be exact.  The difference lies between working from home and working remotely from home. Working remotely from home is just working in the office with a longer leash. Working from home is starting a small sustainable remote internet businesses with a small number of employees (if any at all), these should be a new norm for people having a hard time fitting in, like myself. If this is something you’re trying to do and your business is honorable and you’re not a dirtbag, you have my support and I hope you contact me however you can.

The only place you can be in the company of people who sincerely care about you – you know, the people who have yet to be paid to care about you – is home, whatever and wherever home is for you. As time rolls on, I find that this place called home is increasingly distancing itself from the modern work place. Careerists will call this desire for home lazy, but they don’t want to hear what I have to say about what their opinions on anything.

The point is this, be around people who care truly care for you by cutting out the BS’ers who don’t.

Embrace your surroundings and use your time to focus on what’s meaningful to you.

The next time your supervisor or mentor ask where you want to be in 5-10 years, you should unironically respond with a deadpan face; “Home”.