What's that? You say you're calling from the year ought-four and you want to know what it's like now after the Peak? Well, let's see...
I don't have to worry about being laid off, since I'm already laid off.
I don't have to worry about where my food's coming from, since I grow it or I get it from someone nearby. The food is fresh and organic, since fertilizers and sprays cost too much. When we sit down to eat, we always pray, atheists included, since we realize what a miracle food is. We don't have to nag the kids to clean up their plates.
I don't have to get a smog check for the car, pay insurance, or worry about traffic. When I need to haul something, I borrow the community truck that runs on bio-diesel. When I want to see my relatives who live around the Bay, I've got several options:
Sail
Railroad
Hitchhike with the occasional truckers
Bicycle
Walk (it won't kill me; that's how our ancestors got around).
I don't have to worry about being overweight. Fatty food is hard to come by, and daily life requires many more calories than PPO (pre-peak oil).
I don't have to take out the trash. There's no trash. Instead, we go out searching for what people used to consider trash. Pieces of metal, plastic containers, tin cans. Anything we find we can use somehow, or trade.
Sewage isn't a problem. We pour our urine onto the compost heap to give it a jolt of nitrogen. The community outhouses are cleaned out by farmers who pay for the privilege of carting away the humanure. The kids earn extra money by collecting horse manure in buckets and selling it to gardeners.
Water from roofs and paved surfaces is saved in cisterns, since we live in a dry climate. The river is flowing again and the water table is rising, since no one in the hills dares to pump the river dry to water their acres of ornamentals. Wasting water (watercrime) is a serious offense. Repeat offenders are ostracized and even expelled from the community.
Pigeons, snails, and stray animals are no longer seen as problems. Amazing how your tastes change when there's not much protein.
It's no longer against the law to keep animals in city limits. We have rabbits in the hutch outside and some guinea pigs on the floor in the kitchen. If we drop a leaf of lettuce, they scurry from their cubby hole to snatch it.
I don't have to worry about being lonely. I know all the neighbors all too well, since we sit side-by-side in the community toilets. On the other hand, no strangers can make a move inside our neighborhood without 10 pairs of eyes watching them. Young people are always volunteering to go on trading trips -- that's the only way to get away from all the attention. Juvenile delinquency is almost 0.
We don't worry about peak oil anymore. In fact, very few of us think about Big Issues. Why should we? The feds (whatever feds there are left) don't bother us and we don't bother them. We're more concerned with the new baby across the courtyard, and the new variety of fava beans that our brother-in-law gave us.
We don't think much about all the excitement that happened right around the Peak. The Peak didn't happen in one fell swoop, but in dribs and drabs, so anyone with eyes could see what was happening. Most of us hunkered down in our neighborhoods and communities, and started living as our great-grandparents did.
The governments went bankrupt and the whole machinery of empire gradually began to slow down... it's hard to rule the world when you've hungry and have to walk or sail to invade another country.
No, I'm happy where I am. I wouldn't go back.