Alright. I have now reached that amount of time since leaving the womb that society deems is enough to fully own yourself, be responsible for your actions, et cetera. I could now wallow in the self-pity of my truncated childhood, as i am oft wont to do, but instead i will address a far more unanswerable and futile question. Now i am at the age where i can really start to....
um...
do...
hmm...
What do i do now? Go to university? Ok, then its more years of labour at the scholastic millstone and then what? A job? Jobs last until retirement and by that time you are effectively dead. All i feel like is that i have just paid the toll and joined the motorway to my own nearby demise. Beforehand i was petering around the bylanes oblivious of the noisy, jammed chaos of life and now i have to start blundering my way to death by erosion. I am the bullock who tastes for the first time the bite of the yoke and now must toil and till 'til he dies.
Forgive the melodrama, but what are your thoughts on this? It really pisses me off that we haven't got a clue about the meaning of life. Although the uncertainty, as i said in my previous post, is one of the major delights of life, i would still like to know that i am doing something which i can look back on and think ("ali-g"-esque flick of finger) "Wicked."
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Find an absolutely exceptional job. Research the native Canadian monkey and relate it to the anthropological study of sexual relations. Do something practical. From your tone it seems like you don't wish to get stuck in an office job, so don't.
Otherwise, become a politician, write a book, or earn an astonishing amount of capital. Really, I think those are the only alternatives. I have of course been contemplating this question myself, so these may just be personal answers. However, I will deny their subjectivity and challenge anyone who posits alternatives (although religious alternatives are good, too.)
find an exceptional job...hmmm
One question is of whether you want to have fun in everything you do, or whether you are willing to make certain sacrifices in order to some day being able to live like a human being. This sounds very much like 'making plans for life while it passes by', but it really seems, that in a globalising world, you have to get on your feet fairly quickly, to get ahead of other competitors. The world will, sooner or later, be brimming over with little Nattashit's who are fucking e a g e r to get hold of an astonishing amount of capital, and so, your British laid back, stuck-up ass is going to get run over, unless you've got the personal means with which to slap them over their heads, ali g-esque style. Simply put, you will 'toil and till' until in twenty years, most of your life as a sexually functioning person has passed, but you will then be in possession of ze serious dough, and you will just buy yourself blow-jobs for the rest of your life.
You can also chose to get pampered around by your parents, which is nice.
Well, even though you live in the middle of nowhere I'll suggest you to put up a tent(or build a shelter) somewhere far, far, far away from everything else, preferrably in the middle of a forest, close to a river. Then go hunt, fish and pick berries and mushrooms, cook your own food and live in harmony with mother earth. And contemplate.
I might be the weird one here, but I think it helps...
(And I do recognise your thoughts. Right now, I'm just moving along the pre-made path, looking out for some nice stops on the way. I mean, why not do something instead of nothing until that "aha"-experience stikes you?)
I love the "wicked Part"
when you find an answer let me know...
i hate work! or at least the dead end job i'm in now :(
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