11 January 2011
I'm midway through my second snow day here in Milledgeville. Because I don't have any materials that I'd need to be productive, I've spent a lot of time on the interwebs and watching TV, often simultaneously. Contrary to feeling completely fulfilled, I've developed a case of cabin fever. I've snipped at my wife a couple times and am generally anxious and bored. Now, I'm sure that I'm not garnering much sympathy from those of you out there who have spent the last couple of days toiling away at work, but if you're honest with yourself, you'll admit that you've had these same feelings, too, at some point. Regardless, I think this is evidence to an innate human desire to be productive. Marx and Engels wrote about this. While we pay a lot of attention to our longing for leisure in our workaday lives, that is only because we spend most of our lives working. If it were the other way around--as it is for many--we might be more concerned about the ennui generated by non-productivity.