
samuraikoala32
- January 15th, 2008
When I'm at work (or during any other equally unwanted contact) I sometimes trip over my own bullshit. I'll start saying something I don't actually believe like, "It was great meeting you" or "I agree, ______ is very important to talk about right now (the blank being 'recycling', 'exercise', 'football' or something just as trivial to me)." I know that there's a HUGE difference between the way the world actually works and how I want it to work. I know that saying encouraging bullshit with a smile is part of my job in working in television, but sometimes the things that come out of my mouth are just such meaningless tripe that I get lost in the middle of what I was saying because I'm thinking to myself what a load of crap it is, then I start jumbling my words because I'm contemplating one thing but saying something entirely different, then I don't even remember what lie I was trying to sell this person in the first place. So frustrating. Is that normal? I don't even care if that's normal or not, the point is that ideally I should be able to just say what I'm really thinking and not have to make up lies... I'm not even a good liar!
I know life is not easy for anyone, but I would think it would be a hell of a lot easier if I didn't believe even a quarter of what I believe now. I can't be convinced that school, work, government, military, corporate monopolies, or compassion in spite of abuse is a good thing. I can't be convinced that the system is not specifically structured to oppress the people by keeping them as heavily distracted as possible. It's difficult to be myself in a world that quite literally believes the polar opposites of everything I believe, but I can't change who I am. I can learn to be more tolerant (and probably should), but it won't ever stop me from being me.
I'm still trying to figure out how exactly I'm supposed to be able to live with all this bullshit on a daily basis. So far, my plan seems to be working but I still have a long ways to go... I'd estimate 7 or 10 years. I'm convinced that my only means of breaking free and not only living by, but MAKING MY OWN RULES, can only be achieved through business ownership. I don't want Mickey Mouse on my paychecks forever, I want to be able to sign my own checks. Work, to me, is no different from slavery. I'm aware that work pays you to be there, but the fact that we need to work to have any power [i.e. money] makes it slavery. I wake up and put on my business-casual slave clothes, work for the machine and assist in their spread of distraction, come home and get out of my slave clothes, and I get money in my account at the end of the week that will go quickly because money is necessary for fucking EVERYTHING, and that keeps me going back to work for the machine in a vicious cycle. Work owns me, work owns you, and that is why it is SLAVERY. I want to liberate myself by being a business owner, but I would consider myself to be more of a Robin Hood type figure than another slave driver. Yes, I would have a business in which I pay friends (not "employees") to assist in running that business, but I'll be doing it out of my limited compassion. It will be an environment where we all work together for the common goal of making money to get by and enjoying life in the process. So I wouldn't be owning slaves, I'd be creating an escape for me and my friends by allowing them to receive money from someone they know and can trust, rather than a faceless corporation with a mysterious benefactor that you will never, ever meet. Some may see this is no different than just owning a business and having employees, but it IS different because anyone that has worked on both sides of the spectrum can tell you that there is an entirely different vibe from working for a private business rather than a corporate one. Not to say private businesses are all good, because obviously that cannot be true, but I'm saying that MINE will be different. To change the system, you need to be a part of it first.
Every time I get depressed in school or work or whatever, thinking to myself that this is not where I want to be or what I want to be doing, I think to myself, "Well, what WOULD you rather do? If you could do what you wanted, what would that be?" I always have the same vision every single time; I wake up in the morning and step outside, and I smile because it's yet another gorgeous day in The Netherlands... the kind of day that feels like nothing can bring you down. Then I grab a pastry from a nearby Dutch bakery and get in my modest little boat, which is docked in the canal directly in front of my house. I get in, light up a fat one, and leisurely cruise down the canal for a few blocks until I get to MY coffeeshop, which is undeniably mine because of the big, bold letters reading "FLUX" above the door. I open up and start brewing some coffee as my other 2 friends (not employees) arrive. The rest of the day is a delightful blur of meeting and interacting with people from all over the world, filling up pint glasses for them with Grolsch, weighing out nugs of our Cannabis Cup-winning flavor known as 'The Cure For Insomnia' for my guests, bringing out their tapa orders, pointing to the sign behind me that states "If you want wine, go to France" for anybody who requests wine, smoking fatties periodically and rolling them up for people who are unable to do so, and just enjoying the simple parts of life: good food, good beer, good weed, and good people. If it's a slower day, I confide in my friends to take care of the place and head off in my boat to who knows where. Simplicity, leisurely, and yet I make bank every single day to where I never have to give much of a second thought to money. Ahhhh, I'm so relaxed just thinking about it....
Well, only 10 years left.