"I've been working."
Some of my family from England have flown over to visit recently. They are staying with my sister. Her house is about a 2 hour drive from here. I managed to make it up there today and see them. When I got there, everyone asked me the same questions: "What have you been up to?" "Where have you been?" "What's been going on?" I replied the same as anyone else in my situation would: "I've been working." This is probably the only time I'll see them before the day they fly back to England.
After spending some time with them, I stopped by my old home town on the way home. I walked into my parents' house and my mom asked, "What have you been doing?" I replied the only way I could, "I've been working." I got ahold of my best friend Jeff and he came over. We managed to spend nearly 5 minutes together talking. Jeff and I met when we were 5 years old. We were inseparable all through school and beyond, but we could only managed a few minutes to talk with each other in the last few months. He asked me what I've been doing all this time... "I've been working." I asked him what he's been up to all this time... "I've been working." But shortly after that, we had to go our separate ways. It was getting late and we both have to get up early in the morning... for work.
Why is it this way? My family and friends, all the people I care about, come second to a daily routine of getting up earlier I want to, driving to a building I'm sick of seeing, and working for supervisors that see me as just another person to do a list of functions. I seem to make decent money at what I do, but what does it matter when I can't even enjoy the things I spend money on? I feel like my position at my job and in the world is a speck of dust to be brushed off someone's shoulder. Is this happiness? Is this the way life is meant to be lived? Am I to continue working at some career just to earn money and pay off bills until I whither and die? Am I so insignificant that I could be shot dead in a mugging and be just another casualty of violent crime? A STATISTIC? Another notch on the wall of irrelevance to be forgotten in a day!?
This entry is becoming longer than I originally intended. Also, I am getting up in 4 hours... for work. Good night everyone.
After spending some time with them, I stopped by my old home town on the way home. I walked into my parents' house and my mom asked, "What have you been doing?" I replied the only way I could, "I've been working." I got ahold of my best friend Jeff and he came over. We managed to spend nearly 5 minutes together talking. Jeff and I met when we were 5 years old. We were inseparable all through school and beyond, but we could only managed a few minutes to talk with each other in the last few months. He asked me what I've been doing all this time... "I've been working." I asked him what he's been up to all this time... "I've been working." But shortly after that, we had to go our separate ways. It was getting late and we both have to get up early in the morning... for work.
Why is it this way? My family and friends, all the people I care about, come second to a daily routine of getting up earlier I want to, driving to a building I'm sick of seeing, and working for supervisors that see me as just another person to do a list of functions. I seem to make decent money at what I do, but what does it matter when I can't even enjoy the things I spend money on? I feel like my position at my job and in the world is a speck of dust to be brushed off someone's shoulder. Is this happiness? Is this the way life is meant to be lived? Am I to continue working at some career just to earn money and pay off bills until I whither and die? Am I so insignificant that I could be shot dead in a mugging and be just another casualty of violent crime? A STATISTIC? Another notch on the wall of irrelevance to be forgotten in a day!?
This entry is becoming longer than I originally intended. Also, I am getting up in 4 hours... for work. Good night everyone.