Friday, October 22, 2004

Wasting Time

Why am I here today? There are only two of us here in the office. The phone has rang three times between 8am and 12pm. I still sit here and watch video clips from the internet and write a few emails. Why? Is this what being an adult is about? Sitting in a boring job all day long, and just waiting for the end of the day? This sucks. I want a job where I create things and am appreciated. No, scratch that, I don't want a job. That's right, no job. Just give me the money, and trust my love for mankind. I will share with others when they are hungry, and I won't take more than I need. Sound like socialism? Maybe.
I just wonder if when I am retiring, if I will look back on these few years in life as a total waste, or the beginning of something that I can't even see right now. I am certainly not working towards any goal that I can see or comprehend, so what is it that I am working towards? If I throw it all down and go live somewhere slower, will I miss the thing that I can't see? What if I stretch for that brass ring and fall off?
I am here now, though. In this quiet office. Watching Jon Stewart on Crossfire, and getting paid. Maybe its not so horrible, but I can't help but feel I am missing something. Something...like maybe a dog, a girl, some passion,...my keys? Where the hell did I put my keys?
// posted by Justin @ 9:45 AM
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