Draven Days
It's been raining for 2 days straight. That's a lie, it stopped for a bit last night. Playing hooky today. Life is short right?
I believe that each up and coming generation is a bit weaker than the last. I'm weaker and have less survival instinct than my parents. They are a bit weaker than their parents and I think that has happened down the line. And will continue to happen, even though I don't think we have much farther to deteriorate. Everyone wants it a little better than they had it for their kids and I think their kids suffer because of it.
My mom never played hooky. When her job was at it's most annoying, most unbearable, she still went...and would work a double-shift if asked. My Grandfather even more so. The man was never sick! He had accumulated a shit-ton of sick-days by the time he retired. He missed work for a whole week once because he was super-sick. Scary sick. I think that was all of his little colds, flus, fevers, belly aches, muscle aches and mentally-off days all rolled into one.
But there were no mentally-off days back then. You swallowed it and went to work. Came home and balanced family time, alone time, wife time, ate and mowed the lawn all before bed. And you did it again the next day.
That's why I'm not going to work. I feel like I'm getting sick and that is enough of an excuse for me to call off. When I need the money and I really shouldn't miss work. I'm weak. And have a ton of other things that I want to do. I'm beginning to believe that that is selfishness. I've always been selfish. One thing that my father passed on whole-heartedly was his selfishness and his coldness toward people. I balance the coldness pretty well, but the selfishness can go unchecked for quite a while. Of course the ones I'm closest too get the worst. My wife gets the worst of me. I have to change that now and forever.
More bad news:
I can't sleep. Haven't slept a full night in months. Last night I got up an cleaned up, read hung with the cat until I was tired enough to go back to sleep. And I recommend that. Laying awake in bed never gets me back to sleep. I have to get my mind off it.
Good news:
I'm driving all the way to Pensacola next week to play a show with Shoppers. John will meet me there. I think we're playing at End of the Line cafe. Can't wait. Next day I'm seeing Despise You, Floor, Shitstorm and Magrudergrind. Next day I'm going to a record swap. How come that isn't enough?
Personal fact:
I eat cereal every morning before work. The same cereal: Knock-off Life with flax meal on it. And I can't wait to eat it every morning.
I believe that each up and coming generation is a bit weaker than the last. I'm weaker and have less survival instinct than my parents. They are a bit weaker than their parents and I think that has happened down the line. And will continue to happen, even though I don't think we have much farther to deteriorate. Everyone wants it a little better than they had it for their kids and I think their kids suffer because of it.
My mom never played hooky. When her job was at it's most annoying, most unbearable, she still went...and would work a double-shift if asked. My Grandfather even more so. The man was never sick! He had accumulated a shit-ton of sick-days by the time he retired. He missed work for a whole week once because he was super-sick. Scary sick. I think that was all of his little colds, flus, fevers, belly aches, muscle aches and mentally-off days all rolled into one.
But there were no mentally-off days back then. You swallowed it and went to work. Came home and balanced family time, alone time, wife time, ate and mowed the lawn all before bed. And you did it again the next day.
That's why I'm not going to work. I feel like I'm getting sick and that is enough of an excuse for me to call off. When I need the money and I really shouldn't miss work. I'm weak. And have a ton of other things that I want to do. I'm beginning to believe that that is selfishness. I've always been selfish. One thing that my father passed on whole-heartedly was his selfishness and his coldness toward people. I balance the coldness pretty well, but the selfishness can go unchecked for quite a while. Of course the ones I'm closest too get the worst. My wife gets the worst of me. I have to change that now and forever.
More bad news:
I can't sleep. Haven't slept a full night in months. Last night I got up an cleaned up, read hung with the cat until I was tired enough to go back to sleep. And I recommend that. Laying awake in bed never gets me back to sleep. I have to get my mind off it.
Good news:
I'm driving all the way to Pensacola next week to play a show with Shoppers. John will meet me there. I think we're playing at End of the Line cafe. Can't wait. Next day I'm seeing Despise You, Floor, Shitstorm and Magrudergrind. Next day I'm going to a record swap. How come that isn't enough?
Personal fact:
I eat cereal every morning before work. The same cereal: Knock-off Life with flax meal on it. And I can't wait to eat it every morning.