Our ancestors didn’t have the time to be depressed. Depression is another “luxury” which has come about in the modern era.
People before the modern era didn’t have the expectations in life that we do today. They understood life to be hard and cruel. They expected harship and grief–a woman could expect that some of her children wouldn’t reach adulthood, as an example. A couple in a semi-arranged marriage didn’t expect love and passion-- they just hoped they’d get along amicably. They didn’t expect to have leisure time or even much recreation beyond the occasional “bee”-- and even that involved work.
Personally, I blame Hollywood/the media. We’re bombarded with images of happy, contented people and wonder why we’re not so carefree. The drudgery of daily life almost seems wrong. Television characters never scrub the toilet, or spend hours trying to sort out their bills, after all, and relationships in movies end with eternal happiness and endless passion once the “right” partner is located. We compare our lives with what we see, and some of us come to flat-out expect to be happy all the time, and that’s not reasonable.
We’re a culture built around guilt and envy. Envy of our neighbors’ posessions or lifestyle, envy of that product which makes the hair so shiny . . . We’re also programmed by advertising to feel guilty or ashamed for our natural flaws. It’s extremely effective-- we’re paranoid about our body’s odors, stray hairs, yellowing teeth and our weight and buy a lot of products to combat them. Our homes are expected to be immaculate and more sterile than most hospitals. The commercials hint that our neighbors will gossip about us in tones of shock and scorn if we do not comply. Our lawns must be weed-free and our cars innocent of road muck.
We spend our days in harshly-lit environments, hunched over desks, frantic to complete tasks which have little actual meaning, and then wonder why we feel so unfulfilled. We despise our jobs, but cling to them, hoping for a small raise which will enable us to buy the newest product which subtley promises domestic contentment while simultaneously threatening shame if not acquired.
At the end of the day, we rush home to clean our houses to meet some mental standard in leiu of spending time with our familes. When that is finished (or given up on) we cram down a processed meal, most likely while planted in front of the television which endlessly preaches that there are standards to which we must aspire but are failing miserably at achieving. The kids complete hours of homework to prepare them for state tests which have replaced actual learning, and then retire to their rooms to play video games which simulate human interaction without ever having to actually speak to someone.
Exhausted, we collapse into our beds, most likely too late in the evening, and then are awakened too early in the morning by the discordant screech of our alarm clocks so we can repeat the same, endless, monotonous cycle.
Evolution didn’t fuck up-- our society did.