monday
So monday felt like a monday. Throughout work all day on monday(s) customers always say its monday, as in it's shitty because of the first day after the weekend. But what is Monday really? Do we only make monday shitty, because we constantly tell our minds that monday is suppose to be slow and shitty?
And through out talking to a couple customers I realized life is sometimes pointless or just plain tiring. I had a customer who woke up everyday at 3 to work 12 hour shifts in the sun. Then go home tired. If that were me, it'd be work sleep work sleep, never anytime for anything else. And that is really what life is, work and sleep. Everyone just waiiits to get off work but they work so that when they get off work they can have a home. I wish there were longer periods till you had to go back to work, but I wouldn't neccessarily want the days to be longer...that'd prolly be just as boring. Sometimes it seems as though we are slaves to the earth and civilization. A bunch of tiny celled parasites working together to mutate the beauty of the atmosphere.
Or perhaps we are in hell, while all gods unwanted children desperatly pray to him to save them.
And through out talking to a couple customers I realized life is sometimes pointless or just plain tiring. I had a customer who woke up everyday at 3 to work 12 hour shifts in the sun. Then go home tired. If that were me, it'd be work sleep work sleep, never anytime for anything else. And that is really what life is, work and sleep. Everyone just waiiits to get off work but they work so that when they get off work they can have a home. I wish there were longer periods till you had to go back to work, but I wouldn't neccessarily want the days to be longer...that'd prolly be just as boring. Sometimes it seems as though we are slaves to the earth and civilization. A bunch of tiny celled parasites working together to mutate the beauty of the atmosphere.
Or perhaps we are in hell, while all gods unwanted children desperatly pray to him to save them.