I'm not certain that society is going to crumble, I'm just saying. Honestly I don't even think it has to crumble for us to think that, already I have this blue fleece jacket that my company bought me last year when our stock was ten times what it is now. I went to disney world for a conference, and we all got matching jackets... yeah. Not the best use of money, probably. It was a good conference and I learned a lot, and it was really fun, but I put that jacket on now and it's a symbol of a time when we might have been going through cash a little briskly. I have mixed feelings about it.
Another interesting mix: the music marc and I were raised on. We realized this early... the radio would be playing John Denver and I'd be singing along and he had no idea what the song was. Then ABBA would come on and I'd be asking him who it was. He was raised on disco. I was raised on socially aware folk music, singer-songwriters, rock, basically everything anti-disco. In fact I remember my parents telling me that the reason they hated disco was that it was so pointless, music in the 60s and 70s was introspective and political and really said something, then there was this sudden contrast of people just wanting to look pretty and dance. Marc became a club DJ who says that's the purpose of music... it's the escape. Turn your mind off, then you have real thoughts, then creativity comes to you and you're relaxed enough to make a difference the next day.
In high school we studied Thoreau and there was a quote about life being "frittered away by details", and everyone wrote essays about how they agreed with it, we dwelled too much on things that didn't matter. My essay went the other way... doesn't everything matter? Isn't life made up of the details? Shouldn't we stop and appreciate where we are right this second? If the point is to grow and gain experiences, doesn't that mean the mindless silliness in life is important too? Obviously you won't be an interesting person unless you think deep thoughts and have educated, productive experiences. But the experiences really get their own form when you talk about them in a bar with friends until 2 am.