Work. The most common image this word creates is going to some place and getting paid money for your time and services. The really shitty thing about jobs is that you don’t get much of a choice when it comes to when and how long you want to work for. You’re put on a schedule and you have to take it or leave it. You probably don’t get to start at 9am one day and 12pm the next. Neither do you get to go home anytime you want or take days off whenever you feel like it.
The only time you’re suppose to work is when you want to or have to, otherwise it’s a drag and a few decades of being dragged is rug burn times 10000. Anytime you work you’re suppose to be working towards something. Something that’s worthy of your time and effort. I guess what I’m trying to say is that some of us are working for nothing. Feels like nothing anyway. For money so I can buy shit I don’t need or stuff that brings me such little instant gratification? It sucks the life out of you after a while especially when you don’t think it’s worth it.
One major reason why people work is to stay alive. I guess that’s one big thing I’m missing. I’m not getting a lot of kicks from being alive. There’s no dream I’m trying to fulfill. No kids to raise or mortgage to pay off and I’m not going to acquire responsibilities just for the sake of having a reason to be forced to work. I don’t feel or see anything in my life that convinces me that working more than I need to is justified. Employers are stiffs when it comes to flexibility of the work schedule. I’d love to march in and ask for 3 days off instead of 2 or 6 hours work days instead of 8 but it will never happen. I’d also like to take the whole winter off. Actually, I have asked and I got shot down faster than something that gets shot down really fast. They never let you have your cake and eat it too.
Outside of basic needs, I feel that any work you do should be for a life of your own. It seems everyone works to build a life that was created by someone else. That’s how I feel but it’s not exactly how I’m living at the moment. But I’m not too crazy about signing off for the blueprints of my life made by someone else for everybody else. Maybe I did sign off to start the project but I can still stop construction.
Back in hunter gatherer days you wouldn’t hunt more than you can keep. You wouldn’t build more shelter than you needed. We live in a time where we can store endless amounts of numbers in bank accounts and spend as much as our credit allows us which also allows us justification to work until we drop. It’s a bit of an acceptance game too. When everyone in your life is devoted to making money and spending it, you just might feel left out if you don’t keep up.
I feel that I’m so alone with the idea that working full time is not desirable and not even necessary. Then again I’m not chasing dreams that need to be held up by a foundation of money. If I’m not getting the gratification from the fruits of my labour, I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t pick so much fruit and lessen the misery. Food tastes better when you have less of it.