Thursday, 13 January 2011

It’s A Sad Sad Situation, And It’s Getting More And More Absurd.

Why do people do stuff? To get satisfaction. Why do people do stuff if they’re satisfied? To get more satisfaction. Why do people do stuff if they can’t get any satisfaction out of it? Because they think that if they try harder they’ll get it. What happens when people are completely and utterly satisfied? They stop working.

So it’s safe to say that a functional individual doesn’t feed off of satisfaction? A functional individual is ultimately a robot. You work because..you just work. You work to work.

No.

You work to sleep better at night.

You work to actually get any sleep at all.

Due to the ongoing anal rape I’ve been undergoing because of the accumulating overdue work that I’ve ultimately had to deal with because I was sick last week and missed class, I’ve come to the revelation that work actually makes you sleep better at night. Not in the manner that you get satisfaction so you sleep with a clear conscience. Haha, no. It knocks you out cold. You work hard enough and you don’t have to worry about the stuff you keep thinking over before going to bed simply because you just pass out as soon as you’re in the vicinity of a flat surface. Side effects might include you snapping out at the average Joes that roam that exact same vicinity. It’s funny really. Everything seems to work itself out as soon as you stop trying to work it out yourself. I never thought I’d live long enough to hear myself saying that last sentence. I’ve always had a certain God complex that led me to try and control everything all the time, and believe with every fibre of my being that I can get anything around me to work just the way I want it to with enough work put into it. I still do believe that, to a certain extent. However, for that to happen, the things involved have to be 1) Objects. 2) People that are putting forward an equal amount of effort. Luckily for my career – since the latter don’t exist – books are categorized as objects and I’m still nuts.

Pros to overworking yourself might or might not include:

  1. Sleeping.

  2. Snapping at assholes.

  3. Sleeping some more.

  4. Snapping at more assholes.

  5. Getting over heartache, psychological angst and whatever human derails you might have conjured up simply because work turns you into a robot that has no feelings, or rather has absolutely no time for aforementioned feelings.

  6. Burning Calories. That’s also called burning out, but whatever floats your boat.

  7. Better career opportunities. Yes, I actually just wrote that.

  8. Less time on your hands to actually live and make impulsive mistakes that happen because you’re a no-thinking train wreck entirely made of gut.

  9. You’re no longer an active Hikikomori, but then again you’re no longer an active anything.

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