Time to grow up and stop whingeing: fuel and power price hikes aren't all bad. We want to use less of the stuff, remember?
The following thought occurs to me when, for example, I'm standing in queues, filling out forms, demolishing an entire tube of Pringles unaided, or watching Pop Idols:
"My genotype has been fine-tuned by 5 million years of evolution, I have the most complex known neurosystem in the universe, and this is how I spend my time as a member of the elite species?"
I have the same thought every time I find myself trundling into the petrol station to fill up before the price rises at midnight, again. A grubby pathetic oil addict, off to the pump for a last cheap fix.
Also rather pathetic is the way we respond when we hear about another price hike: Oh **** not again. We feel helpless, peeved and thoroughly sorry for ourselves.
It's an understandable human reaction, sure, but not that of a very mature human. Our ire is directed outward – somewhat vaguely at the authorities, Eskom, Gaddafi, the Nigerians, industry, Them, and all big-time bully-boy spoilsports generally.
Such a reaction also ignores the enormous Green elephant in the room, standing dolefully by as everyone carps on about money.