I remember back a year or so going to bed for a solid straight week and feeling completely awesome. Nothing short of it. I had no job, I didn't need one; I had no work to do, it was the summer holidays; I had any number of cool DVD's to watch (Jurassic Park, The A-Team, Phoenix Nights). I resided in my own little world.
Cut to August 4th, 2009. I've just completed the sum of two weeks of resubmitted work; I have a job at Tesco which is alright, but hardly enjoyable; my voice begins to cut out after singing two songs that push my voice; I've got to sort out the council with my student loan in the balance; plus, I'm out of money.
Getting older is not an excuse for the government or whoever it is who wants to make my life shit to make my life shit (does that make sense?). NON NEGOTIABLE. I will quote Lieutenant Worf when I say "I PROTEST! I AM NOT A MERRY MAN!"
I don't think it's the government personally out to fuck you in the ass so much as it is the burden of sudden responsibility.
ReplyDeleteThe thing about western society is that kids generally have a pretty carefree childhood but we expect them to perform too well when we toss them out in a world they're unfamiliar with. It's too much of a sudden transition.
I say, depending on how mentally difficult your job is, you should smoke some weed before going to work. It'll be a bit more enjoyable. Of course, only do that if you have the kind of job a monkey could do. And besides, that's the stoner in me speaking.
~TC