There was a time, not so long ago, when I looked forward to getting up every morning, when everyday had its own special ‘je ne sais quoi’ and the ‘joie de vivre’ was apparent with every thought (yes Dylan, I did french too). How times have changed.Today I was like any other week day of the past nine months, my un-consciousness was rudely turned into consciousness by a blaring radio personality that I don’t really like, and my first though for the day was ‘Oh sweet jesus, here we go again’. Surely this can’t be healthy.
My naturopath said to me the other day that my body was saying that I am angry about something. I couldn’t think of anything at the time, besides a possible feeling of resentment for the lowering of standards at KFC. But as I thought about it I realized I am angry. In fact I would go as far as to say I am fuming. More than a cupboard in Mr Nicholl’s Yr 9 science class.Why all this pent up anger you ask? No it’s not because I like to mimic Seano, though that would be a perfectly reasonable excuse. It’s because I have to be up every morning at 7:30 to go somewhere I don’t enjoy being, to spend at least 8 hours a day with people I don’t particularly enjoy the company of. Not to say they’re ALL wankers, but there are certainly people in this wide brown land I would rather be spending my time with.
And I think that’s the point. Why do we end up spending the majority of our available time with people we hardly know, often doing something we don’t enjoy, just so we can get the latest plasma TV? (Though god it looks good with a PS3 attached - bring on GTAIV). I’m not advocating a nomadic existence where everyone merely does enough to live. But I want to start a business that combines both. I want to make tremendous amounts of money, working with friends, doing something I enjoy. So I open it up to you all, any ideas? And I’ve already thought of professional sportsman, with entourage. Unfortunately you need to have talent and coordination. I have neither.
3 comments:
i have an idea.
fuck off back to new zealand.
I think it has become the signature of our generation, the so called Generation Y that we more than anyone before us question the value of toiling away purely and simply for the amassing of wealth. It certainly is the million dollar question.
I too would like the answer.
Maybe if you didn't blow all ur cash at a stupid naturopath you wouldn't have to work so much.
Also, you wouldn't know that you were angry, and so could go on living your life in ignorant bliss.
That aside, work sucks dogs balls.
Post a Comment