What you think about when you can’t really move much.
February 8th, 2008 at 5:13 pm by Colleen (Colleen's Blog)
I have been terribly ill, I am afraid. It seems that the kidney stone passed, left me with a bad infection and now I have to see a gastro specialist which means I am gonna get the tube of joy. I can hear Hank Hill in my head (Baaaah!) I did manage to suck it up long enough for a job interview somewhere in between it all. It is exactly what I need right now. High volume. Good pay. Low responsibility. I kind of want to be invisible for a while. As Lut ze says, one must truly appreciate the joy of being a sweeper if he wants to be a master.
As someone who has traveled through Europe, Mexico City, Canada, Australia and the Orient, I can definitely say that there is nothing quite as desperate as an American with nothing to purchase. I have been that American. It has taught me a lot about who I am. A consumer culture really does give you a sense of emptiness which many Americans try to fill with food or designer trends. Chances are, if you are American, you want something right now. If you get it, you will feel fulfilled for awhile and then grow bored with it and need more. If you don’t want a material possession, there is something that you are craving. I personally love attention which is why I am specifically choosing things in my life which afford me none. Others still are questing for notoriety, fame or some sort of way to mark their life as different after it is over. The truth as I see it, is like waves in the ocean. We are all different and we are all the same. Albert Einstein was a brilliant man and he will be remembered for a while. He was the Stephen Hawking of his time. He is now a pop-icon with awesome quotes. Soon he will be as memorable as a greek philosopher and then he will be set back where only academics go. His memory will be eroded away the way all natural things do with time. My point with all this is that we as a society must recognize this void and find how to fill it ourselves.
Perhaps that was way too deep. Let’s sing a song about dog farts now.