Look, it's like 10PM and I'd rather be doing other things. The funny thing about it is that the only other thing I'd rather be doing is replaying Mass Effect (I'm a girl this time XD). And yet, I don't even want to play video games either. I mean I don't usually play video games, but I guess when I do I go all out. Mass Effect was really good though, story and all. That's why I'm playing it again. Also because I have nothing else to do. I would be reading another book if it wasn't for the short story I need to have written within the next two days. I don't like to write stories and read books at the same time. I have an issue with being productive.
So here's your recurring theme. It's all about not being productive and working for nothing at all, really. I'll draw you a diagram:
Do you see? I go to work just so that I can go to work. I mean, I live in the process, so that's good. But I want more out of you than that, Life! Besides. I don't feel my contribution to society is enough to think this diagram is anywhere near appropriate. Maybe I should contribute to charities so that I would feel like I am providing for society. Oh, wait, I do that. Still not enough.
Maybe I should go help people build wells in Africa. Join the military. Or maybe I could study super duper hard for SATs and ACTs and take an IQ test to prove to people my college is worth paying for and I will become a doctor or a physicist or something. My interest in math and chemistry lately is kinda awesome. Anyway. None of this is likely to happen. But I believe that it could if I wanted it to.
My contribution to society is this shitty blog. A lot of the short stories and poetry I have written are pretty great, but they don't touch enough of my fellow 300,000,000 Americans.
I need to write a book.
My life is lived and ruts. I live in them long enough before I decide to escape and fall into another.

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