Not all Liberal and Conservative is political. The terms also apply to how you look at your material surroundings. And it also is a way to look at how people relate to each other as work mates and house mates. Do you think the well being of the group is best served in a given moment by pointing out problems as you see them or letting them go? I think of each person with a place on a continuum of liberal and conservative both in the material and the mental realm. And you can be liberal in one way and conservative in another. Maybe you don’t mind a messy house, but if there is a tense feeling in the room you feel a need to bring it up. Or the other way around. Don’t care if people get noisy or pouty but can’t stand it when they don’t clean up their dishes. Not to overly categorize myself or anyone else, I find liberal-conservative material-mental to be a useful model to remember when people get up close and personal with each other and they try to get their relative styles and ways of being into social equilibrium.
One thing I have noticed everywhere I have worked and in every group I have lived with, the common refrigerator is always a mess. What is up with that?
And I saw something similar back when I lived on the Farm in TN. By the mid 70s we had several hundred people living together on our land and we had a big fleet of vehicles. For several years there I worked in the shop that maintained them. I could digress in many ways about the amazing camraderie we had back then in the shop and also at large for the whole community. There were several years then where I was so invested in living on that land with those people that anything else was out of the question. Communal living for a stretch of time was something we all loved doing - with each other. So I enjoyed woking with the gang in the motor pool as well as with whoever came in to get a vehicle serviced or whatever. It was all funky - we never had much money - but the vibes were really good there for a period of some years.
But I kept noticing something. We had a lot of cars. Picture 50s and 60s six-passenger american cars with big bench seats. Chevys, Fords, Buicks…big cars. We always had people who needed to go into town for some reason, often doctor visits so several times a day one of these big cars would head off with all six seats filled. And we had cars and pickup trucks that someone had more exclusive use of in service of the job they were doing.
With such heavy use they would all soon come back to get fixed. Every time a car came into the shop, the ones that were managed by an individual were pretty clean and the totally communal town run cars were always full of litter all over the floor. Empty bottles, wrappers, little bags. It never failed. Even a group with that level of commitment and fellowship had things fall into disorder if there was no steward. It doesn’t mean everyone is a slob. And no doubt many of those people were tidy with their litter. But many were not. And no doubt many of the people who were tidy didn’t say anything to the less tidy ones.
But since I was the one who cleaned many of them up, I came to see that those cars belonged to everyone but they didn’t belong to anyone. And the more stewardship they had, the longer they lasted.