I don't worry about reducing automobile usage by 80% in the next twenty to forty years, I worry about the loss of quality of life that we now enjoy, if we don't do it in a planned manner and are reduced to such by poverty, because our environments are set up and around the automobile. Poverty in a walkable environment is tolerable. I already live something approaching those conditions. I have been very careful and somewhat fortunate to place myself in an environment and lifestyle where I can walk to get the things that I need. Such is a rare environment in the western part of the USA. I am poor by USA standards, but live a high quality of life in many respects. When the whole culture becomes poor and the goods and services aren't available, anywhere... no sense to worry about it. Up until now and now are the good old days.
I worry about the madness of those who will not understand and will not rationally adjust, those that will face poverty with violence, those that are and the increasingly amount who will be stranded. Many United Staters are a people of a violent psyche and as they get knocked out of their priviliged position, for which they feel much entitlement, there is a danger that the violence will begin manifesting itself more domestically rather than or should I say in addition to the preponderance of support and apathetic complicity with imperialist aggression overseas.
I try not to worry, because worry involves things that are beyond our control.
Having studied Environmental Studies, Regional and Resource Planning, Comparative Economic Systems, being a socialist since the age of 16, and earning a MBA degree, I thought myself to be in a unique position to be an effective social reformer. The mood swings between creative theory development and the lack of being able to realize success in implementation has been difficult. I keep reaching hopelessness only to gather my creative energies and reach out and hone my theory only to be beaten down into hopelessness by a "real world" that doesn't care about the rational, doesn't care about the needs of people relative to the way that resources are allocated and is very heartless and mindless towards the fate of the species.
Despite having plenty of historical perspective, I keep trying because I am committed to trying. That is what I do.
I enjoy the camaradarie of the "doomers" and the sense of humor that many bring to our collective condition. I enjoy doing this, writing, therefore I am very happy when participating in these forums.
At this point of my life the hardest thing to deal with is boredom and a feeling of no purpose. I know things will get harder. I don't worry because I know the coming societal poverty and the aging process are two things beyond my control. Also, when not engaged in activity (like this), the heaviness of the boredom and lack of purpose in life bogs me down. When I'm bogged down with depression, at least I don't worry.
This is probably more than you wanted to know about me, but I hope that this forum can be a locale of creative engagement. We probably, won't beat the peak oil problem, but maybe we can discover together ways to ease ourselves and others into the post-scarcity world.











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