How much you enjoy work is a function of what you’re missing out on – the opportunity cost.
So if you have a twelve-speed sexbot at home with all the optional extras, even a very rewarding job will probably be rather annoying.
Whereas if home is a filthy hovel filled with rats, even quite a tough job in a sweatshop can be a pleasant break.
So work does not just have intrinsic and extrinsic value, but contextual value too.
I would suggest that back in the day, getting up early to go and spend twelve hours in the fields doing back-breaking labour was quite dreary, but then going home to meagre sustenance, crowding round a flickering candle on the piano for a bit of a sing-song and then going to bed to do it all tomorrow wasn’t great either – the misery of our jobs were high, but then the pleasure of our leisure was low.
So The Fap Gap was low.
But today a lot of work (in the developed West) is comparatively easy – we sit at desks in comfy chairs and tap away at keyboards, for the most part. Maybe some phone calls.
But when we get home, the Fap Gap kicks in hard – great food if we can be bothered to make it, using any of the million recipes we can find online. Entertainment on tap – films, games, podcasts, TV programmes, radio, social media, all on demand. And that’s before we talk about infinite amounts of free porn, of whatever weird flavour you prefer.
We can please ourselves. And we can pleasure ourselves.
Wanna eat a delicious meal then play an amazing video game for a few hours with friends all over the world, before watching one of your favourite films of all time and then chatting online with more friends before settling down to watch ethnic amputees screw each other senseless on a bouncy castle?
No wonder we resent going to work.
To paraphrase Phil Daniels, we increasingly resent even thinking about leaving the house, and it’s easy to see why – life at home can be great, and going out for ANY reason (let alone work!) is increasingly hard to justify. This probably explains why road rage is so common these days – we are all furious at not being able to stay at home, eat Wotsits and watch porn. Every second away from that is infuriating.
Imagine the problems we’ll have once we have sexbots!
Go on. Imagine them.
So next time someone at work can’t be bothered to do their job well, or the next time someone gives you the finger from behind the wheel, just remember that it’s not about you, it’s just that they are really annoyed that they had to leave the house.
Because of The Fap Gap.