Finally watched The Hunger Games (didn’t read the book). Apparently in the future the elite dress like they are in a Tim Burton Alice in Wonderland movie and attractive black men who look just like Lenny Kravitz wear white eyeliner. The working-class people dress like it is 1930s
Appalachia, but have high-end electronics. Who knew? Oh, and the earth is still verdant and full of wildlife. That’s good.
The movie struck me as a combo between gladiators, the Olympics and a Miss America pageant. It got me thinking about the necessity of playing by the rules of the game to survive. In the workplace where there is any kind of hierarchy one must turn a bit of a blind eye in order to survive. It’s not worth it or productive to take everything on, so it is sometimes necessary to pretend that things are different than they are. Of course this is a matter of degree, but it really became a strain for me because I have a finely tuned BS detector and really low tolerance.
There is very little of that in retirement. There just aren’t any stakes that require pretending. And there is much more control over what you do, and don’t do, and with whom.
Now I am playing a different game. The “no more excuses, be the best you can be” game. Maybe I’ll get a gold medal.