What does it mean when you have a free morning? Well for me it means that I don’t go to work until night time. Around two PM or so. I think I don’t write before then because I feel like I should do something productive, and that doesn’t feel productive, and so then I usually give up on doing something productive and don’t write either…I usually clean something and then watch porn jerk off and watch a movie. So in the end I didn’t do anything productive anyway. Nothing to distinguish this day from the myriad days before it. Usually these kinds of days I only feel good when I’m eating. I don’t feel good then either.
“The universal demand for happiness and the widespread unhappiness in our society (and they are but two sides of the same coin) are among the most persuasive signs that we have begun to live in a labor society which lacks enough laboring to keep it contented. For only the animal labors, and neither the craftsman nor the man of action, has ever demanded to be ‘happy’ or thought that mortal man could be happy.”
Hannah Arendt said that. She was apparently a German philosopher or politician or both. I don’t know, shit I just saw the quote somewhere and it made sense to me at the time.
DH Lawrence said, “Work is the best, and a certain numbness, a merciful numbness.” I think that’s quoted right. Some other French guy said something about work being the only way to distract yourself from the fact that you are going to die, or you are dying, or something like that.
Yeah shit I feel that shit like a motherfucker. God damn. If I’m not at work I’m wondering what the fuck I am doing. And I don’t sit around wanting to go to work either. I feel like Milo in The Phantom Tollbooth. When I’m at school I want to be at home and when I’m at home I want to be at school.
Hoo shit. I think I’ll change this theme. I think it’s a wedding theme right now.
The funny thing about life is that last week I slept until twelve every day so to be up right now well shit I’m already at it. Fuck it. I think I just need some chemicals, and nothing crazy either, just a lot of caffeine or a lot of alcohol and I’m all good, wait for death in a peaceable way.
Damn but it’s cold up in this mother fucker and yesterday well…it’s not so much cold but my fingers are cold and I don’t know how to cure that and it’s the most annoying thing.
But I was thinking we are so removed from inconvenience in our modern world. Cold outside? Fuck it, come inside. We all got houses. Hungry? Fuck it, eat. Cut yourself shaving? Son of a bitch. If you were shivering in the cold trying to hunt a wallaby and that shit came after you in a horde of em like they were going to wash over you like a flood when the levee broke well you wouldn’t be shaving anyway.
I am a mortal man (last time I checked), and while I don’t demand to be happy, I know it is there as a state I can achieve if I want to. I’m not entitled to it. I don’t expect to have it handed to me on a silver platter. I work to get there, and sometimes I fail, but that’s okay because it is the effort that is important. And sometimes I don’t fail, and those moments of being happy are worth all the failed attempts that came before and will come after, even up to when the levee breaks and we are washed away by a horde of wallaby.
Haha I’ve never had to consider what the plural of ‘wallaby’ is until today. So for that I am grateful, and even a little happy. Thanks for your insights. I think the effort IS important, perhaps all-important.
Enjoyed reading your blog today. Looking forward to your next post.
Wait. Did you look it up? I was just guessing. What is actually the plural of “wallaby?”
Look it up indeed! That would ruin the considering.
Wallabi would be too obvious. Wallabies sounds like the name that Outback Steakhouse rejected.
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