2amfix.net

Many things actually — a fun life, good time, sparkling future — so what am I doing to achieve it? Apparently nothing, but whose fault is that? Well, I could take the pansy route and blame it on my parents for being ridiculously controlling, my friends for being ridiculously anti-social, and my college for being ridiculously boring — OR — I could suck it up and beam the spotlight on the true culprit: ME.

I want to meet new people, experience new things, see new places — so why haven’t I? Sure I’ve conversed here and there, ate a couple new foods, and ventured out into the neighboring cities — but it’s all half-assed. So why, I begin to ask myself, do I have the right to complain about any aspect of my life when I haven’t done a damned thing to change it? True, I’m not exactly in the greatest spot financially, and unfortunately, fun, requires funding, but I’m sure there’s something I should be doing to aid in my sorry plight. Getting a job would probably be the first priority in the effort of picking my life off the floor, but it’s just so damned difficult. I have no desire to slave for a ridiculously tedious job which pays minimum wage, nor am I all to keen on having less game than the corner street bum. And not that my bizarre school schedule helps in the least.

I just find myself completely unwilling to exert any energy while being paid minimum wage. It goes against every fiber of my being. And then I begin to think: What exactly is the practicality of working during times of play while working with the intention of funding said play if it fills the playing time slots rendering the whole effort useless. And then, that beacon of intelligence buried deeply within the folds of my brain begins its verbal thrashing — “So you’re saying being a penniless bum with no game, is better than being financially able with no game?” Case, and point. The job effort must begin.

So this post was written in a bizarre way. I know. Deal.

.AGIRI