The sad truth about humanity is that most people would do pretty much anything if they saw enough people doing it.
The average Joe crowd-sources his opinions to MTV anchors and resolves his personal issues by methods not very far from a public ballot. His personal life is a democracy and his individualism is castrated.
I force myself into anti-escapism. I force myself to exist in the present, in the current moment; since one can never be sure that the past really existed and that the future would really exist. I realize that my life will not start five years from now, and that this is *it*, as good as it gets.
The average Janet is dating the average Joe. Love, institutionalized, requires them to follow a strict protocol, laid down by everybody. Does Janet love Joe or the protocol? Does Joe really not like to listen?
Our lives have no inherent meaning. Social valuations are arbitrary — attaching meaning to our existence requires some justification. We are not yet mature enough to realize that we need to survive as a species (and how difficult that is in the long term); we still have absurd concepts like nations and religion. While I find it hard to justify my ultimate objective as increasing the survival chances of our species, I’m happy to accept it as the transcendental truth.
The average Joe is content existing. He does not have an art. He does not perfect himself. Outcomes of football matches make or break his day. He believes the color of his tie is of fundamental importance to the functioning of the universe.
The average Janet won a purse in today’s raffle. She is ecstatic.