Jul 18, 2005 08:02
Remember that Billy Joel song, "Pressure"? In the video, Billy's strapped to a chair while a barrage of pop culture images go exploding across the screen, making him insane.
This is my chair. These are my images. And I'm growing bored of them.
That kind of torture should be effective only for so long, because you adjust. You start to notice the pattern, see the method behind the madness, and you get distracted. You turn inward. You look for absolution in places other than "out there."
The little woman dramas grow stale and repetitive. The worries over money, while still real at times, don't hold the same gutpunch impact. And health? Ah, yes, health. You see your body falling apart in tiny slivers and you decide to do something about it. The bullshit buffet never gets restocked, so you leave the restaurant to take in some cool twilight air.
I'm not sure.
I have a big presentation for the whole staff this morning, and I'm nervous. I've never been nervous at a job, ever. So maybe this is just me doing zazen before launching into the wacky world of nonprofit membership programs. Who knows?
I also liked "For the Longest Time."