Our’s is an age of anxiety, at least it seems to feel that way to many. Of course, this is far from an original observation. Among the several works taking this phrase as a title is W. H. Auden’s post-war poem, The Age of Anxiety, first published as the world emerged from the shadows of war into the disconcerting light of the nuclear age. Since then anxiety has settled in as a permanent feature of the American cultural and psychic landscape.
In a recent Slate interview, Taylor Clark, author of Nerve: Poise Under Pressure, Serenity Under Stress, and the Brave New Science of Fear and Cool, talked about anxiety in the United States:
Is the United States more prone to higher levels of anxiety than other nations?
Put simply, we are. Perhaps the most puzzling statistics are the ones that reveal that we’re significantly more anxious than countries in the developing world, many of which report only a fraction of the diagnosable cases of anxiety that we do. One of the reasons for this is that the people in many of these third-world nations are more accustomed to dealing with uncertainty and unpredictability. I talk about this a fair amount in the book, but lack of control is really the archenemy of anxiety. It’s its biggest trigger.
That explains the disparity in anxiety levels between the United States and the developing world, but why are we more anxious than, say, your average European nation?
It’s hard to pinpoint an answer, but I think Americans have become extremely vulnerable to the pressures of the 21st century. For the past 50 years, we’ve been getting progressively more anxious in good economic times and bad, so we can’t even blame it on the recession.
Clark goes on to suggest three factors contributing to our “deteriorating” psychic state:
- “The first is a simple matter of social disconnection. As we spend more time with our electronic devices than we do with our neighbors, we lose our physical sense of community. Social isolation flies in the face of our evolutionary history.”
- “The second major cause is the information overload that we’re experiencing with the Internet and the 24-hour media cycle. We’re all aware of it, but I’m not sure we realize how big an impact it’s having on our brains.”
- “The third explanation can be attributed to what one psychologist refers to as a culture of “feel goodism” — the idea that we shouldn’t ever have to be upset and that all our negative emotions can be neutralized with a pill. This to me feels like a distinctly American phenomenon.”
Clark seems to lay a good bit of the blame, if we may call it blame, for our anxiety on technology that paradoxically disconnects us and connects us too much. This diagnosis will ring true and self-evident to some, but I suspect others will take issue, particularly for the exclusion of other significant social and cultural factors that predate the advent of digital media. After all, social disconnection has a long history. We may be talking much less on the phone, but Freud noted long ago that the wonder of being able to hear a loved one’s voice over the telephone was a slight salve for the condition that necessitated it to begin with, that is the loved one’s absence.
But regardless the causes, anxious we are, and quite clearly we are interested in doing something about it which quite often amounts to popping a pill. While that may sometimes be a necessary and helpful remedy, I’d like to also pass along a prescription written by Sven Birkerts in his recent essay, “The Mother of Possibilities”: Idleness.
While admitting that Idleness, as he is envisioning it, is a difficult concept to pin down, Birkerts suggests that,
Idleness is what supervenes on those too few occasions when we allow our pace to slacken and merge with the rhythms of the natural day, when we manage to thwart the impulse to plan forward to the next thing and instead look—idly, with nascent curiosity—at what is immediately in front of us …
Birkerts leisurely traces the tradition of idleness from the Greeks to the much too harried present via pastoral and lyric poetry, Milton, Montaigne, the Romantics, Baudelaire, Proust, Benjamin, and Camus, to name a few. It is a pleasant jaunt. Along the way we find Montaigne claiming, “It seemed to me that I could do my mind no greater favor than to allow it, in idleness, to entertain itself.” And according to Birkerts,
Through the figure of the flâneur—via the writing of critic and philosopher Walter Benjamin—the idle state was given a platform, elevated from a species of indolence to something more like a cognitive stance, an ethos. Benjamin’s idea is basically that the true picture of things—certainly of urban experience—is perhaps best gathered from diverse, often seemingly tangential, perceptions, and that the dutiful, linear-thinking rationalist is less able to fathom the immensely complex reality around him than the untethered flâneur, who may very well take it by ambush.
Yet Idleness has its enemies, not least of which is a bad reputation to which Birkerts addresses himself early on, but also the pace of modernity, and yes, alas, distraction, which is not to be confused for Idleness proper.
The spaces and the physical movements of work and play are often nearly identical now, and our commerce with the world, our work life, is far more sedentary and cognitive than ever before. Purposeful doing is now shadowed at every step with the possibilities of distraction. How do we conceive of idleness in this new context? Are we indulging it every time we switch from a work-related document to a quick perusal of emails, or to surf through a few favorite shopping sites? Does distraction eked out in the immediate space of duty count—or is it just a sop thrown to the tyrant stealing most of our good hours?
We are a task oriented people, equipped with lists and planners, goals and objectives, action points and plans. Productivity is our mantra. Distraction pour into our work and our plans, but it has not introduced Idleness; it has rather elided work and play, labor and leisure by their convergence upon the devices that are now instruments of both.
But here again we feel the anxiety rising and with it, perversely, the guilt. Birkerts remedy:
The mind alert but not shunted along a set track, the impulses not pegged to any productivity. The motionless bobber, the hand trailing in the water, the shifting shapes of the clouds overhead. Idleness is the mother of possibility, which is as much as necessity the mother of inventiveness … “In wildness is the preservation of the world,” wrote Thoreau. In idleness, the corollary maxim might run, is the salvaging of the inner life.
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My father immigrated to the US nearly 40 years ago but recently went to visit his ailing mother in Pakistan last year. She lives in a small town with no internet, spotty telephone service, and electricity blackouts on a regular basis. He said the first few weeks he was there he felt antsy- the lack of stress over time and meetings to get to, the pace of life is so much s l o w e r. After a while he said he began to roll with it and the peacefulness of not being a slave to the clock, and to the slower pace of life was very peaceful. Its not perfect life- but despite the difficulties people face there they are certainly [generally speaking] not as high anxiety as we are. I also remember reading on the travel brochures for Hawaii to not honk at the slow driving, frequent stopping locals because they tend to not be in quite a rush as us mainlanders. It really made me think about how we are as a culture- and how so many of our quirks are enviornmentally driven. As a high anxiety person- this sort of thing makes me sad because it shouldn’t have to be this way. Most Americans should not be as anxious as they are.
Thanks for the food for thought.
Thank you for the illustrative anecdote. You hint at the tension involved in recognizing that there are, of course, trade offs involved in both directions. But most days I do tend to feel that we’ve traded too much away for too little and that our perpetual flow of information/stimulation is just a way of concealing that from ourselves. My hope is that we learn how to achieve a more humane rhythm to life, we’ll see how well we do …
Thanks again for the comment,
Yes, yes, yes! To everything! Anxiety is rampant here and it’s because we think we have so much to lose.
Ha! I feel healthier in my mind as a starving artist than I did when I had a full-time job.
Thank you for the comment Lisa, and I think you put your finger on a very important dimension of anxiety issue: “we think we have so much to lose.” The desire for control and certainty figures prominently, I imagine.
Do hope you’re not starving for long though!