Again, I appreciate Marcus bringing this topic up for thought and discussion. Peterson unknowingly presents a deeply philosophical question to the front through his blog post. Are we acting in good faith or bad faith by bending the knee to a total system that prescribes for the actor a way of thinking, ritualistic behaviors, duties, and routines? And for what? Let’s break down his list of upsides to participating in this total system.
I would lose a great deal of social contact, and other types of socializing probably wouldn’t fully (or even significantly) compensate me for that loss. I think of people who lack the kind of close society that the Church provides ...
I’d call his “close society” a ‘closed society’. If you cloister yourself away into this closed society you’ll never expose yourself to the richness of a diversity of thought, even if you superficially interact with them because ‘you’re in the world, but not of the world’. You’re cutting yourself off from the richness of a global community because your total system judges them as the Other. How can you ever learn the nuggets of truth that others can provide when you’re being prescribed the truth by men who claim to speak for your god? You shut yourself off mentally and spiritually from the 99.99% of humanity who don’t share with you a strict system of belief and behavior.
... and not merely of young people who need to cruise singles bars in the hopes of picking somebody up with whom they can have a long-term (or even short-term) relationship. I’ve often noticed boastful entries on a couple of message boards where apostates want to know what everybody else on their board is doing that Sunday morning instead of attending Latter-day Saint services; the obvious answer, at least during the time that those people are writing there, is that they’re sitting alone in front of their computers, typing comments into cyberspace that are directed to strangers, to people whom, overwhelmingly, they’ve never met and probably won’t ever meet.
Absurdity at its finest. This is an object lesson in what being cloistered away does to a person’s ability to relate to others. The laughable assertion people have to go to a bar to find a mate is so trope’ish it’s hard to address. There’s a million ways people can find mates. I found or girlfriends found me at work, at gatherings, during hobbies, or even online through message board/forums. My wife literally just called me out of the blue one evening, stated that she liked me, and wanted to visit. The rest was history. “Cruising bars.” What a dope.
Also, was he crafting his missive to the ether while surrounded by friends and family? I’m making this post with my wife nearby, and we discussed the topic in detail. The insult and scare tactic that ex-Mormons are alone pounding away on a keyboard is not only a reflection on him and how he goes about his business, but it’s so typically adversarial that I have to wonder what he truly feels about his own existence - is he alone even when surrounded by others?
I’ll come back to this thread in a minute, I’m going to go do a thing that requires my wife’s company and we’re going to a *gasp* community center where *gasp* other people are doing things.
- Doc
eta: an example from Reddit of a woman not “cruising bars” for love:
I (36F) was fortunate to have a long and loving marriage to a wonderful man for 12 years. Sadly, he passed away in a car accident two years ago just before the beginning of the pandemic. Between grieving and the pandemic I did not date at all for about a year and a half, but decided to try to get out and meet some people this past summer once it was after. Online dating was kind of a bust, but in the fall I connected with "Joe" (37M), who works at the same large company as me but in a completely different department (we are not in the same chain of command and our paths do not cross at all in terms of work - we met at the employee gym). We had lunch a few times and ultimately decided to start spending time together outside of work, evolving to a relationship we agreed to describe as "committed casual" (as in, monogamous, but just having fun and not planning for a future together).
Donald Trump doesn’t know who is third in line for the Presidency.