I can’t think right now. My mind is in a rut. I’m sure everyone knows how that feels—like some burnt Raggedy Andy shotgunned Nag Champa into my neurons.
I’ve been spending too many hours playing solitaire on the computer. Why do I do that? Why does it seem more meaningful and rewarding to play solitaire on a computer rather than a real deck of cards?
I’m 28 and I feel that my life is almost over. I don’t like my career path options and I feel too old to go back to college. I don’t want more debt. I feel that my mind had potential just out of college. I spoiled that potential with four years of politics and giving it up for the cause. Life needs more balance.
Better than giving it up for the boss, I guess. I talked to my parents last night and they each hate their jobs and are ready to retire. The boss keeps asking them to do more and cutting their help, meanwhile they keep getting older.
It seems the same no matter where I look. A lot of us are out of work, and the few still employed are asked to pick up the work left by the laid off and fired. We are a nation of unemployed and overworked. Unemployed and overworked nation = cripples who are all dependent on drugs. Caffeine, Crack, Cocaine, Cigarettes, Rolaids, DayQuil, Aleve, Prozac…What does normal feel like? I’ve forgotten. Normal has been sold by our government—the intellectual property rights of Paxil.
Dam solitaire. Took me away from my thoughts once again. Where was I? Was I saying anything important?
No. Didn’t think so. Just some more plastic thoughts for a plastic world. On to a new foggy thought…
Substitute teaching is like volunteering to be the punching bag for our nation’s irresponsible, repressive way we raise our children. Let the frustration fly, kids, the cheap suit with no personality can absorb anything! He doesn’t know the PTA, the principal, and likely has no skills. Who the fuck else would take a job like that?
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