Work
So everyone pines for vacation from work, which is a fairly interesting concept. How many times have you heard someone who is giddy with anxiousness over the fact that they don't have to work for the next two days? For the next two weeks? For the next 18 hours, even? We've all been to the point where it's all we can do TO show up for work, where the limits of your sanity are found fourteen minutes into a twelve hour shift. But what happens when you've been out of work long enough? What happens then?
Then you realize just how important work is, and just how much work you have left on your life before you can truly say you're "happy". I guess the goal here is to be paid to have fun being a productive member of society. A high school english teacher. A professional chef. A family psychologist. A high brow hooker. If you're passing the time eight, twelve, sixteen hours at a time in a way that makes you feel productive, and pays the bills, you've won. I suppose I've got a while to go, myself, before I'm actually at that stage, where I can say I'm having FUN doing what I'm doing for work, but don't we fucking all. The root of it here is, "Is your life headed toward a career that you'll have fun in?" Right now, mine is not. I'm looking for jobs, yes, but I'm not actually working, and I'm really feeling the strain. I'm not really one to meet new people in a bar in a new town, so that pretty much leaves work to introduce me to new people and such, so on top of the feeling of total uselessness and ennui, I'm also entirely lonely right now.
From a societal point of view, work is actually very important for us, beyond the obvious. Maybe this whole capitalism thing isn't such a suckfest as previously thought. *shrugs*
I just want to fucking work, goddamnit. And meet new people. And start a band. D'oh.
Also, the new Live album is the worst of their entire career. What happened, guys?
-Owen
Then you realize just how important work is, and just how much work you have left on your life before you can truly say you're "happy". I guess the goal here is to be paid to have fun being a productive member of society. A high school english teacher. A professional chef. A family psychologist. A high brow hooker. If you're passing the time eight, twelve, sixteen hours at a time in a way that makes you feel productive, and pays the bills, you've won. I suppose I've got a while to go, myself, before I'm actually at that stage, where I can say I'm having FUN doing what I'm doing for work, but don't we fucking all. The root of it here is, "Is your life headed toward a career that you'll have fun in?" Right now, mine is not. I'm looking for jobs, yes, but I'm not actually working, and I'm really feeling the strain. I'm not really one to meet new people in a bar in a new town, so that pretty much leaves work to introduce me to new people and such, so on top of the feeling of total uselessness and ennui, I'm also entirely lonely right now.
From a societal point of view, work is actually very important for us, beyond the obvious. Maybe this whole capitalism thing isn't such a suckfest as previously thought. *shrugs*
I just want to fucking work, goddamnit. And meet new people. And start a band. D'oh.
Also, the new Live album is the worst of their entire career. What happened, guys?
-Owen