Note that I am saying this is culture-wide (could be global, but at least here in the US). I don’t see it as generational: people of all ages just can’t be assed to do what they say they’re going to do–or even do what they say they are in business to do! Frankly, I find it a major downer that dampens my enthusiasm for life.
I don’t know if national decline, spiritual malaise, people feeling collectively beaten up after 16 years of war and economic upheaval, but I have had soooo many friends go through just plain old depression, which is often the excuse for not being assed to, well, read above.
Corollary to the above: I feel I have to be the adult in the room with every-fuckin’-body I know. Nothing gets done without a lot of hand-holding.
Examples:
• Cowrote a book with a friend. We did a nice job. He is the main author, it’s his ideas, his baby, but I was the driving force behind getting it all done. We self-pubbed it. He never ran with it–went through a period of depression. The book has never sold very well.
• The illustrator of the above book. Brilliant artist. Agreed to do work for my websites. Got part of it done, disappeared. Wouldn’t communicate. Owed me $500 in work. Depression. After a couple years finally communicated. Would refund the money. Has disappeared again. Won’t communicate.
• Handyman did a bunch of work on our house, used to be a regular helper. Now won’t respond to texts, phone calls, etc. He may be busy with other stuff, but c’mon!
• In business, of course, promises are as good as toilet paper that is promptly flushed. Some folks at this company are impressed with my interpreting skills, talk to me about working more. I offer to write a company overview that could be translated into Japanese and be put up on their website, used as a flyer, etc. Never hear back from them. That may still work out, and they’re actually busy and not depressed, but c’mon!
• Was dating someone until early 2014. The relationship was conflicted but was actually on the improve, and I wanted to continue. She has to go off her depression meds to do a sleep study, she crashes and burns in a big depressive episode, and ends the relationship. To my knowledge, she hasn’t dated anyone since (i.e., it was less me and more the depression, in my view).
There’s no doubt that a lot of this is “same as it ever was,” but I’m 44 and it seems to me that this phenomenon has gotten worse in my 20+ years of adulthood. It could be that, in addition to the overall malaise, people are now so inundated with communications via cell phone, email, Facebook, etc., that their quick and dirty safety valve is just to blow people off. Not sure.
Anyhow, thanks in advance for your thoughts!