What kind of life in society is considered a success? In obituaries we see ‘was a great person/parent’ and all kinds of statements, but never do we see ‘This person was successful. In their time alive, they accomplished all the most important things in life.”
How are we to be successful anyway according to the mass society all around us? Upon examination it seems nearly impossible.
Even if one has a happy marriage and great relations with all their family members, maybe they have difficulty getting along with their boss at work because of all the time spent with loved ones instead of work.
Even if one does great at work and is the boss’s favorite, maybe they’re workaholics distant from their spouse and family. They’ve done well at the office because they put in those necessary extra hours.
One area of excellence excludes another in a competitive environment and yet extrovert ‘success’ requires excelling in every one of them.
The result is a society of illusion where everyone strives to appear to have the best of everything in their lives. One’s most publicly visible assets, a house and car are naturally the most important means of deception.
Though extroverts try to wake introverts up to ‘reality,’ they in fact live in a fairy tale land of their own making where every family has its own castle and magic carpet. The price of illusion is a lifetime of servitude to the image they wish to project. Never having known anything else, they are driven by vague notions of ‘success’ that they thrust on everyone around them in turn. They devote themselves entirely and without question, but do they ever really reach ‘success?’
Many introverts out of desperation go looking for ways to become more extroverted, but would ‘success’ in converting necessarily be salvation. Even if one got more resources and recognition by becoming extroverted would one have eliminated the ability to experience happiness from these gains? Would one end up lost in the maze of social comparisons, only happy or sad as others seem worse or better off?
To feel anything other than unfulfillment as an extrovert, one must hurry to have(or the appearance of having) a steady and loving marriage/relationship, a steady, highly paid, emotionally fulfilling job, a house, cars, an active social life, a fulfilling family life, a solid benefits and retirement package, above average, well-behaved children.
These criteria might even sound fairly ordinary but most people never come close to actually achieving them, even if they appear to do so. It’s difficult to maintain marriage, family, friends, children when working a job that actually pays and provides benefits. Even if one gets benefits, not many people can spend long enough in a single job to really benefit from them. Even if one actually has the qualifications and social contacts to get one of these salary jobs, it’s still not enough to really pay for a house and cars, just for the appearance of being able to pay for them. Even in the best of worlds where someone manages to somehow have all the bases covered, it’s an exhausting, stressful, demanding, noisy life to live. Even in this best case scenario, this is the bare minimum one must do in the mass Western society before one has permission to be even moderately happy or successful.
In the current social climate, it takes an introvert to step back and realize that real life is by nature messy and imperfect. That one can’t ‘have it all.’ That succeeding in one thing usually means sacrifice in another.
Once one starts asking questions, the whole idea of extrovert ‘success’ is sadly delusional. Happiness or sadness is all about expectations.
If one has unrealistic expectations, one can never really end up happy. Success ends up being a theoretical ideal to which one tries to mold themselves. Happiness is distant and intangible.
If one has realistic expectations, happiness is fairly easy to come by. Success lies in making one’s peace with an imperfect, chaotic, transitory life. Happiness is immediate and obtainable in our everyday lives.
The extrovert path to happiness and success is long, complicated, and comes with no guarantees.
The introverted path allows the possibility of happiness so long as one has clothes to wear, food to eat, and people to bond with.
It all goes back to a fundamental difference.
Loud things are grandiose, convoluted, and bloated
Subtle things are elegant, simple, and minimalistic
The Insanity of Defining the Self By Society
Very recently, I found myself on one of Southern California’s mega highways in the company of a highly extroverted friend of mine.
3 PM had just hit and we were desperately struggling to get free of the LA area before it was too late.
‘We’ll be fine once we get past the 605′ he said. On his cell phone roadmap, we could see red zones of congestion spreading by the minute.
Almost by the minute, traffic was moving slower and slower. Without a guardian spirit on our side, we would soon be gridlocked.
In these type of Calfornian conditions, one is looking down four enormous completely packed lanes. One can see thousands upon thousands of cars stretching into the distance. There’s plenty of time to look around and take stock of everyone else’s hummers, luxury SUVs, audis, and lexuses. All of these high end vehicles as far as the eye can see. Thousands upon thousands stretching into the distance. The remarkable and respectable becomes banal and vulgar. The bar of competition rises that much higher. Late on a cloudy afternoon, people’s headlights start to come on. Countless pairs of glowing insectoid eyes fill the view of every driver.
Suddenly the whole place and its sheer excess made sense to me. I turned to my friend and goaded him. “I think I get SoCal now.” I told him. “You all are in your little car among millions and have to tell yourselves, ‘I’m not just another drone like all those people I see around me.’ You have to be able to tell yourselves that you are better. It drives all of you to your famous levels of ambition.”
My friend has run for political office, has the social graces to charm an entire room full of people and become the life of the party. He is highly intelligent and can engage people at a cocktail party on nearly any subject. He can speak fluent Spanish and is as comfortable deer hunting in the mountains as he is sipping port and taking a fine cigar at his favorite watering hole. In short, he is a very electable person.
He had to concede that indeed he had to believe that he was not just another drone. That he was a unique SoCal overachiever, not just the regular kind. He chuckled at these existential dilemmas because it’s kind of a game between us. Yet he will continue his life’s task toward recognition regardless.
Earlier, that day in L.A., I had noticed the exact same phenomenon we experienced on that highway. It was just like Ancient Rome with its seven hills or even an ancient Mesopotomian city with ziggurats towering over the common hovels. In every day life, there was no escaping the life-defining fact of social competition. The richest and poorest of a nation are there in the same place at the same time. On the heights are the palaces of the winners. In the flatland gaps between hills are places where even the city’s 13,000 cops don’t dare to go. Never before had I seen such stark contrast.
I saw one winner’s balcony in particular jutting out over a crowded shambles below. “They must come out and give Benediction to the Masses,” I joked. My friend had cracked up as I raised my arms in imitation of the Pope. Surprise, surprise, more than one person has called me a cynic and condemned the dark nature of my humor.
The whole place was spectacular in its glorious decadence and inconceivable squalor. Each one was all the more striking for the other. I saw hordes of people without a penny within sight of the famous Hollywood sign.
L.A. is an excess even for my friend. He much prefers the more moderate and austere character of San Diego. Once we had gotten past the 605 we were free to zoom wherever we pleased through the Californian countryside.
It was dark outside and quiet as we drove along. “It’s completely insane.” I said, still stunned by the day’s experience.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Insane.”
It was more evident to me than ever that it is pure folly to allow society to define oneself. It is foolishness and futility to judge oneself by the masses. Without self-definition first one becomes lost in a cruel and elemental jungle of arbitrary social distinctions.
So long as I self-define, I could live in peace even sleeping on a bus bench at the foot of a hill slathered with the homes of famous actors. The famous actors on high are no doubt busily competing amongst one another. No matter their luxurious trappings, the character of their existence could not be said to be essentially different from that in the slums below. No matter who you are, there are always bigger fish, and if no bigger fish, life’s purpose has come to an end.