Doing stuff is overrated
I bet that if I think very hard, I can find an excuse for living my life the way I have. There must be a logical explanation, no? a reason of some sort... There is a master-plan somewhere, no?
Maybe... I don't know... maybe... oh yeah... Maybe I was kidnapped by aliens (stop sighing out loud! it's not polite!). And those aliens changed my brain somehow, and are now conducting experiments in the limits of human misery. Hey! Oren's story about Amsterdam is worse (and those of you who don't know what I'm talking about - count your blessings)
Maybe it's just a sham, a con I'm pulling on everyone for my PhD thesis. My life, in fact are just an empirical test that was designed to test my hypothesis regarding the correlation between unemployment, misery and lack of sex.
Maybe it's just nature's way to prepare me for the time I'll be filthy rich and I wouldn't have to work anymore. By then I will know exactly how to kill time without any problem, only I will have the money to back it up.
Maybe it's God's way to warn me that the world is coming to an end real soon. There's no point busting my ass in a new job if in a couple of months everything will be obliterated anyways.
Maybe it's a ruse by the Free Masons and the Templers to keep me from ascending to power and come to my rightful place as evil overlord. I bet they tap my phone and intercept my CVs. *gasp* maybe they control the companies I applied to.
Or maybe it's none of the above. I'll stick with the aliens theory for now. It made the most sense.
Maybe... I don't know... maybe... oh yeah... Maybe I was kidnapped by aliens (stop sighing out loud! it's not polite!). And those aliens changed my brain somehow, and are now conducting experiments in the limits of human misery. Hey! Oren's story about Amsterdam is worse (and those of you who don't know what I'm talking about - count your blessings)
Maybe it's just a sham, a con I'm pulling on everyone for my PhD thesis. My life, in fact are just an empirical test that was designed to test my hypothesis regarding the correlation between unemployment, misery and lack of sex.
Maybe it's just nature's way to prepare me for the time I'll be filthy rich and I wouldn't have to work anymore. By then I will know exactly how to kill time without any problem, only I will have the money to back it up.
Maybe it's God's way to warn me that the world is coming to an end real soon. There's no point busting my ass in a new job if in a couple of months everything will be obliterated anyways.
Maybe it's a ruse by the Free Masons and the Templers to keep me from ascending to power and come to my rightful place as evil overlord. I bet they tap my phone and intercept my CVs. *gasp* maybe they control the companies I applied to.
Or maybe it's none of the above. I'll stick with the aliens theory for now. It made the most sense.