The Real World

As the anonymous commenter kindly noted to me in the post below, I'm probably not in the real world quite yet. I'm still sleeping in the darkness of the fantasy world that has consumed me from my time in England and my unemployment. This I can agree with...

Unfortunately, my less than clever retort stated the obvious. I hate the real world. And well, I hate anonymous commenters, but that's the internet for ya, right? Anyways... I hate the real world. Right now, I could settle for two things... 1) a brainwashed 1984 setting, we're almost there anyways, why try and stop it or slow it down? 2) giving up this world and finding myself a desert island to live with next to nothing.

Number two would be my ideal option though. I have a grand dream now to earn enough money and fly myself to somewhere below the equator where there is an uninhabited island and then I could live out my life without the crap and bullshit that the "real world" offers us.

I don't like taxes, money, government, the media, political correctness and other miscellaneous crap... and I want to do something about that. I want out. Hell, I'll even take an abduction into space if that was readily available. I want off this ride, 'cuz it sucks.

I don't want to change the world... I just want to change my world. I want to live on my own terms... or Mother Nature's... if at all possible. I might whine and complain now, but the Opiated Sherpa is thinking about doing something. Who knows how long it'll take... who knows what it'll cost... who's to say it's even gonna happen?

I could never figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up... still can't for that matter. I think that is mostly because it all looked pretty crappy no matter which way you sliced it. Celebrities have no privacy, heroes get scandalized, 9 to 5'ers get beaten down and the homeless are cold and hungary. I'd hate to think it's just me who thinks this and with the amount of people in the world these days, odds are against that exponentially.

I would love to be the one guy who succeeds in finding a solitary paradise. If I won the lottery, I would bring a few of my friends... maybe a few essential supplies, like rope or something... then leave the rest up to me. Hunt, shelter and survive... that'd be enough for me. I'd be working for me... being for me... thinking for me... and would be selfish... for me.

I'm pretty sure it could be done... I could leave it all and have very few qualms about leaving people and things behind. I'm kinda cold-hearted when it comes to that... which is fine. My cold heart would be quick to squash the guilty feelings, I'm sure...

Well, in closing... as a pawn in the real world, no, I shouldn't really be complaining about my working hours. But in my complaints are little bursts of energy to try and change the world around me... I may want to blast on about my philosophies of long weekends and Fridays before them to my new employers or I may want to keep my gob shut as I may continue to look for more compatible employment. Only time and the ability to adapt will tell this tale... my situation will change, hopefully for the better before the worse.

It's 11pm on a Saturday night upon this long weekend... and I think I'll go to bed. I desperately need some wheels to get out of Langdon... guess, I better keep this job until then, eh? Heh heh.