In the classic movie ‘Forrest Gump’, there was a line that went like “there’s only so much you need and the rest is just for show.” After a couple of years of practicing minimalism I know that is a fact. There really is only so much a person needs to really be content in life. I don’t have any music CDs or DVDs because I have all of that held by my computer via my subscriptions to Netflix, Curiosity Stream, and Spotify. I have my books but I am seriously considering buying a Kindle or another cheap e-reader and putting a bunch of free books on it. I don’t have a lot of trinkets in my house. Besides a few art pieces done by friends and my framed World Series ticket stub from when my Rockies made the World Series I don’t have much for decorations. The only real extravagance I have for decorations is the world map where I put in push pins in every country I had a visitor from. I have food in my fridge and pantry. I have some emergency supplies so I could ride out a blizzard or emergency for a few days without power if need be. I have my car which I use mainly to buy groceries and run occasional errands. I’ve gotten to where I usually buy gas only once a month unless I’m making road trips during the summer. I banked some of my insurance settlement money as another emergency fund. I already had an emergency fund that I keep outside of the bank. My medicaid covers my medications and psych doctor visits. I have learned how to live on what social security pays me. I have zero for debts. I have two computers and central heating. Heck, I dare say that even though I’m on social security disability insurance and officially living under the poverty line for U.S. standards in 2016, I live better than the Rockefellers and Vanderbilts did back in the late 1800s. Thank God for technology and knowledge.
I’m sorry if I sound like I’m bragging. But I am happy that I have gotten out of debt, stayed out of debt, didn’t end up in a bad relationship or divorced paying child support for kids I’m hardly ever allowed to see, and avoided a lot of other problems that could have come with being mentally ill. I’m glad I don’t have kids because I fear passing on genetic tendencies for mental illness and I know with schizophrenia I would have made a lousy father. I am glad I got out of debt and learned how to have cheap tastes because I don’t have to take a job just for the money. I don’t work right now because I really don’t need the money. I also don’t need the headaches of office politics and putting up with whiny and lazy coworkers. I left my last job because I didn’t need the money and the job was becoming more of a headache than it was worth. Being in the position where I don’t have to accept a lousy job or put up with coworkers’ nonsense is a sense of power that not many people I know have.
Some of my critics will no doubt say that I can do this only because I am on the government dole. Years ago with mental illness, I’d be locked up in an insane asylum and probably costing the taxpayers more than I am now with less effective results. With me living in the community on disability, my community was able to get several years of labor and taxes out of me that they wouldn’t have gotten fifty years ago. The community also received my blog entries, which from messages I have gotten from readers, are making a difference. Some may think I am spoiled by being able to live in the community and take psych medications at tax payer expense. What’s wrong with that? Everybody alive today benefits from inventions and innovations they had nothing to do with. Everybody with electricity today had little to nothing to do with the research that people like Michael Farraday, Nikola Tesla, Thomas Edison, and George Westinghouse did back in the 1800s to make electric power possible. A significant percentage of the people living today would be dead or never born if it wasn’t for anti biotic drugs. Surely that doesn’t spoil anyone or make them less productive.
Because of advances in science and technology along with advances in the social safety nets, I can live pretty well off very little. I have access to much of history’s music through Spotify for only ten dollars a month. I have access to the world’s cumulative knowledge and wisdom won through centuries of toil, tears, and blood through a wireless internet collection that costs only one dollar a day. I don’t need in encyclopedia for research when I have wikipedia and search engines. I don’t need to write letters to friends when I can just hit them up on Facebook. I don’t need to buy a newspaper when I can go online to get my news or craigslist.com for classified ads. I can reach an international audience with this blog for pennies a day in advertising and I have a much further reach than when I started writing a dozen years ago. Back then I wasn’t known outside of the few people who bought some of my print on demand poetry and essays books. Much of what I am doing right now would seem like Flash Gordon and Buck Rodgers type of science fiction magic to my grandparents generation back in the 1950s. Even the Wal Mart special smart phone I have is more advanced than Captain Kirk’s mobile communicator from the original ‘Star Trek.’ And I have access to all of this and more even though I am a minimalist, on disability insurance, a single man, and living in a smaller town in a largely rural farming state.
Because my hobbies and entertainments don’t cost much I don’t need that much money. Splurging for me is going to a sports bar with a couple college friends when they come to visit. Or buying $60 worth of used books on amazon or picking up a couple cheap computer games. Extravagance for me is going camping in the Black Hills of South Dakota or the mountains of Colorado. A good time for me is getting to see my nephews and niece. I may not have a large income, a big house, a fancy car, a designer wardrobe, or prestige. But I have come to realize over the years with a mental illness I don’t need these things to be content and happy. I need only a fraction of the things I was told I needed to have a decent life when I was growing up. I really don’t have to make any more major purchases for the foreseeable future. Other than the ups and downs of my mental illness I am living quite well. Now that the insanity of the election has passed I may not have to worry about so many ups and downs anymore. Life is going well for me.