The day humans decided to store food and choose a sedentary life, they stepped into the “we” world inextricably and irreversibly, more so than any of them may have understood at the time. Gone were the good ol’ days of “guy heaven”: hunting for food, shooting the breeze, making babies, coveting the neighboring hunter’s wive(s), and staying alive. (Just to keep the records straight, the women did the boring unglamorous gathering job that provided stable daily nourishment, while the men did the unplanned and sexy, heroic, scarcely and occasionally successful hunting, which resulted in everyone overeating and getting sick because there were no food preservatives.)
Then they stumbled on growing food. With natural laziness (more food with less work), risk-averseness (the plants can’t trample you to a pulp) and even more natural lack of foresight of implications, they started producing more than needed, and therefore storing food. Now a few could work on the food, and others could do different stuff, like build sheds to protect the food. But now too, there were the touchy-feely complicated matters of societal rules, specialization, dealing with others whether they liked the others, having to hide the coveting of the neighbor’s wive(s), etc.
Don’t like it? Gone are the days of “total freedom”? Well, tough!
So after thousands (15 or so) of years of evolution into societies and growth of civilization based on specialized skills and mutual dependence, some of us would like to believe that we’re “independent” and need only “worry about ourselves”, and most certainly “don’t want to give up my pleasure for Joe Shmoe”. My freedom to drink, smoke, eat junk, produce babies out of wedlock or stable home, earn and spend irresponsibly, not look after my elders, …. is my unalienable right.
Maybe. But. There is a cost. Of every decision. For everyone. Because we left the “independent” jungle living. For reasons.
And for those with short-term convenient memories, it was dangerous, hot/cold, and there was no pizza or TV or internet.