Logicless Logic

still got the blues.

And it's fucking Tuesday already. A thought came to my head, that sometimes maybe people enjoy work because it lets them spend time away from their family, which is not always laughter and rainbows because for all the benefits you get from a family, they come with a tonne of bullshit that's not always easy to take. So essentially now I'm in a fucking prison, is working with my family, because I have to come under close scrutiny, and am expected to learn faster than anyone (not that there's anyone to make a comparison to), and work under conflicting instructions, and expect to choose the right one 100% of the time (which is impossible, because both sets think they're right). Even a fucking programme would show you an error code and ask you kindly fuck yourself rectify your mistake before even proceeding to do what it's instructed to. So back to the topic, there is no escape. And my family, in particular, is the extreme version of the "absence makes the heart grow fonder" type. Ergo, I'd love them more if I didn't have to spend so much time with them. Living alone seems so much more tempting.

On another tangent, it seems that once I've started work, all I do is rant about work, or meet my friends and talk about work and hall. It seems like I've lost the ability to think of random, meaningless, mundane bullshit that makes creative writing so much fun. Work sucks. Literally, it sucks all the fucking life and creativity out of me. And I have to find a way to get it back. I want to think of absurd fucking bullshit that doesn't make sense, not how to fucking type an excel sheet just the way you want it, and know your exact preferences. And I'm just fucking skiving at the moment because I still have to undo all the work I've done the past month, through no fucking fault of my own. Well done me.

justin.

posted by justin @ 4:31 PM