Memoir Monday this week takes a philosophical detour as Chapter Eight in Memoirs of a Starving Artist looks at whether choice brings happiness to our lives.
First, though congratulations to this week's winner of an ebook version, David Womack. I'll be giving away one more next week, drawn from people on my new release and giveaway mailing list (scroll down sidebar on the right to sign up). The full book will be released on Amazon and elsewhere November 15th.
In the meantime, on to this week's installment!
One of the great fallacies of the modern world is that the more choices we have in life, the happier we will be. This helps explain why automobiles come with so many different options, including numerous choices in engines, wheels, colors, sunroofs, sound systems, interiors and overall configurations. You can get a hybrid, plug-in hybrid or all-electric. Two-door, four-door or hatchback. Theoretically having all of these choices is a good thing, because with them you have the opportunity to get exactly what you want. The same holds true for all sorts of other products large and small. Consider toothpaste. You can get mint gel, baking soda or cinnamon flavor. Whitening, breath-freshening or tartar control. These types of choices are among the thousands that we make every day.
First, though congratulations to this week's winner of an ebook version, David Womack. I'll be giving away one more next week, drawn from people on my new release and giveaway mailing list (scroll down sidebar on the right to sign up). The full book will be released on Amazon and elsewhere November 15th.
In the meantime, on to this week's installment!
Chapter Eight – The Anguish of Freedom
One of the great fallacies of the modern world is that the more choices we have in life, the happier we will be. This helps explain why automobiles come with so many different options, including numerous choices in engines, wheels, colors, sunroofs, sound systems, interiors and overall configurations. You can get a hybrid, plug-in hybrid or all-electric. Two-door, four-door or hatchback. Theoretically having all of these choices is a good thing, because with them you have the opportunity to get exactly what you want. The same holds true for all sorts of other products large and small. Consider toothpaste. You can get mint gel, baking soda or cinnamon flavor. Whitening, breath-freshening or tartar control. These types of choices are among the thousands that we make every day.
Scientific studies
have shown that some degree of choice does indeed make us happier. We
don’t all want the same things after all. After a certain point, however,
these studies suggest that the more choices we have, the less happy we tend to
be. Indeed, too much choice can actually make us miserable.
In an article for Scientific
American (The Tyranny of Choice, April 2004), psychology professor
Barry Schwartz explains some of the reasons for the stresses we face when
confronted with an abundance of choice. First and foremost is the idea of
“opportunity costs.” In our minds, every choice that we make represents
not just what we have gained, but also the opportunities that we have
lost. We may have gained the mint gel toothpaste, but we lost the
opportunity to try the cinnamon flavor, at least this time around. The
more choices that we have, the more opportunities we must give up in order to
make a decision and the greater the sense of loss that we potentially feel
afterwards. A person who chose the mint gel flavor might take it home and
think that it is ok, but still regret not having tried the cinnamon, or the
baking soda or any other number of options. It is these regrets added up,
large and small, that can leave us feeling decidedly unhappy with our lives.
In his research
into this phenomenon, Swartz and his colleagues refer to two different
personality types, “satisficers” and “maximizers.” The first group, the
satisficers, are more willing to choose things that they consider to be “good
enough.” They aren’t so worried about making the best possible choice
every single time. They are more relaxed about their decision
making. The other group, the maximizers, do try to make the best possible
choice every time. They are willing to expend much more time and energy
into their decisions and are not satisfied with “good enough.” They are
out to ensure that their choice is “the best.”
The biggest
difference between these two groups, it seems, comes down to regret.
Maximizers tend to be people who feel regret much more deeply than
satisficers. They aren’t spending greater time and energy on their
decisions so much because of what they might gain, but rather because of the
sense of loss they are trying to avoid. It is fear of regret that
motivates them. The greater the number of choices, the more likely they
are to feel regret. The more regret they feel, the less happy they are
likely to be. As Swartz says in his article, “…people with high
sensitivity to regret are less happy, less satisfied with life, less optimistic
and more depressed than those with low sensitivity.”
These distinctions
in personality types don’t just describe our purchasing decisions. They
also go a long way toward explaining how we relate to the world in a much
broader sense. As the French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre said, “We are
our choices.” In other words, the essence of who we are as human beings
is determined by the choices that we make, and there is no escaping those
choices. This is what Sartre referred to as the anguish of freedom.
Avoiding a decision is a decision itself and any belief in fate as a way out of
this dilemma is self-deception. Applying these ideas to Schwartz’
research would suggest that so-called maximizers are people who feel this
anguish of freedom and decision making more deeply than others. Freedom
and choice are inherently traumatic. How we cope with that trauma defines
in large part who we are as individuals.
Traditional roles
in our society tend to load a person up with commitments that severely limit
their choices in life. A traditional job, marriage and the
responsibilities of raising children curtail one’s freedom in many ways, though
taking on these traditional roles is itself a choice. Our friends and
family may pressure us to assume those roles, hold a normal job, get married
and have those kids, but these are choices nonetheless. By taking on
these roles, one is intentionally giving up some of their freedom for the
comfort and security that they find in a more traditional life. When I
came home from Australia and went back to work at the engineering company, I
already knew that a traditional role was not for me. The opportunity
costs were too much to bear. I was not willing to give up my
freedom. The choice to quit my job once again, and all of the security it
afforded, was still not an easy one. As I wrote in my journal on June
8th, 1998:
One thing I’m feeling is a mild sense of well-being in that I am here
in DC again, and I’m making it on my own. I have a nice place to live,
two nice roommates, and I’m making enough money to get by, pay all my bills
easily and save some as well. This is a feeling that I hate to give up
and that was hard to deal with when I left the job last time. It is never
easy to go back to having no job, no income and no prospects. Usually at
work, though, I just keep thinking about how much I want to get out, and how it
is melting my brain.
Most of my
colleagues at work didn’t seem particularly happy with their jobs either, or
their lives for that matter. They weren’t where they wanted to be, but
they stayed because for them it was good enough. For me, “good enough”
was itself not good enough. I would classify myself as a maximizer in
many ways, and this distinction goes a long way toward explaining how I relate
to the world in a larger sense. I don’t sweat the really small stuff,
like what kind of toothpaste to buy, but I do have a hard time making personal
decisions. I expend a lot of energy worrying about opportunity costs and
the regrets they might engender. This can make the writers’ lifestyle a
particularly difficult one at times. Most people would never honestly
consider picking up and moving to another country, for example, simply because
they can. Their prior commitments act to help simplify their lives.
A writer has no such simplifications. A writer can live and write
anywhere in the world, as long as he is able to afford it. His life is
one of unlimited choices, and thus of exorbitant opportunity costs. It
might be hard for someone not faced with such decisions to fully understand,
but these opportunity costs equal the potential for significant regret and
despair. Wherever it is that a writer does choose to live, he is giving
up the options of being in any other place on earth. That is a heady
cost.
Even a starving
writer like myself has managed to live in numerous exotic locations around the
world. Every time I do choose to go someplace new, the decision as to
where is excruciating. Should I go someplace that I have friends?
Somewhere cheap? By the sea? In the mountains? Will I miss my
family? Will I be away during the holidays, or perhaps miss the wedding
of a close friend? If I go to one place, will I regret not being in
another? If I decide to stay home will I lament the adventures I’m surely
missing? People often tell me that they envy my freedom but they don’t
understand how difficult the choices can be. Finances are always a big
factor in my case. I’d like to think that it would be easier if I could
afford to live wherever I really want, but that would only increase my
choices. The real truth of the matter is that I’ll always be a little bit
stressed by the decision of where to live next.
These same forces
come into play on an even more personal level when it comes to
relationships. I’ve always had what could be considered a “fear of
commitment.” What this really means more than anything is a fear of
opportunity costs. Other issues are also at play, such as the prospect of
having to live up to someone else’s expectations and to rearrange my lifestyle,
but what worries me most about a serious relationship is the potential sense of
loss that might result from it. All of the other choices of romantic
partners out there in the world will suddenly be off-limits. That is one
massive opportunity cost. On the other side of this equation is the cost
of not finding someone to settle down with at all, which means the prospect of
growing old all alone.
As with other big
decisions in life, some people subscribe to the theory that holding out for
their “soul mate” is impractical, since this idealized vision of their perfect
partner probably doesn’t exist in reality anyway. Instead it is better to
settle for a relationship that is “good enough.” These are the
satisficers. Similar to their everyday decisions about what products to
buy, they are more likely happier with their relationships than the maximizers
who hold out for that illusive perfection. For the maximizer, who doesn’t
want to “settle,” the quest for a soul mate produces expectations that can
probably never be met. This in turn makes the maximizer either eternally
single, or dissatisfied with their ultimate choice. This theory goes a
long way toward explaining my own seemingly perpetual bachelorhood. It’s
not just my choice, of course, it is someone else’s as well, but I still hold
out hope that eventually I’ll strike a balance between my high expectations and
my yearning to spend my life with someone. I’ll meet that person with
whom the desire to grow old together is mutual.
These theories on
choice also help explain my writing process. Maximizers share much in
common with perfectionists. In some ways the definitions overlap.
Perfectionists are looking for order in the universe. Maximizers want
everything to be the best that they can be. While perfectionists might
feel annoyed or adrift if something is out of place, a maximizer will more
likely dwell on the regret that things aren’t better. As far as my
writing goes, I could be described as having both tendencies. This is the
reason I am so slow when it comes to my writing. I go over and over each
manuscript time and time again, tweaking this line and that, trying to make
sure that the prose is as perfect as it can be. When it comes to my
writing I can never be fully satisfied. Every time I go over a page I
find things to improve, a word here or a sentence there, no matter how many
times I’ve gone over it before. At a certain point I simply have to
consider that the manuscript is “good enough” or I would never be
finished. I have to force myself to become a satisficer and move on.
Despite the
inherent frustrations, being a maximizer does have its benefits. I’ve
struggled with personal decisions all of my life, yet I’ve also had a vast
array of amazing experiences that I will always cherish. Settling for
“good enough” may elicit a greater overall sense of contentment, but holding
out for “the best” can make for a unique and extraordinary life. The
trick is to learn not to dwell too much on what you’ve lost, but rather to
appreciate what you have.
After just three
months back at my job in Washington, I’d reached the end of my rope. It
was time to move on. This left me with the seemingly eternal question of
where I should live next. On this occasion the choice was not
difficult. An old high school friend of mine was living in San Francisco.
When I told Carlos that I’d quit, he thought it over for a moment and then made
me a proposition. “Why don’t you come out and live on my boat in
Sausalito?” he said. “You can stay here rent-free and write.”
“What’s the
catch?” I asked.
“No catch,” he
said. “But if you want to work, you can re-varnish the teak on the boat
and I’ll pay you. It’s up to you. I got a quote for $10,000 to have
it done by a pro. If you can do it for half, it will be good for us
both.”
An offer like this
doesn’t come around too often. I was smart enough to take it. I
packed up my truck and headed west once again.
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