Tueday

Witizens,

Too long, yes indeed, too long had I been out of touch and "work" with my blogographies. As you all know by faithfully awaiting new posts , I have not been as faithful at delivering said material. My apologies. Coincidentally, I was not employed at that time. Just when one stops to think that "with all that 'free time' so much more should have been written" ... Alas, nothing. My nothing lead to more nothingness. Isn't that funny. When every day is spent like a week's end, where is that TGIF feeling? When your whole life is a vacation, you need a vacation from it. Even more of a coincidence, now that I've began to work, the floodgates of my mind have opened, and my mind isn't so dormant. My doing something has lead to somethingness. I appreciate the free time so much more, and see the real value of freedom... Because having to work fucking sucks! And more so, because... you have to.

Today, as I was chatting with some random coworkers that I'd never ordinarily chat it up with, when I began to think, "This job and these people aren't soooooo bad". (Hating one or two coworkers does make it more tolerable.) I thought that it wasn't the job as much the necessity that I simply loathed so much. I know I'm not the only one that thinks like this; the masses hate their jobs. Perhaps having to have that job is where the real hate lies. That feeling of having to wake up with that alarm. The feeling of having to give one more fake and/or sinister smile is going to crack your face. Having to do what I wouldn't choose to do. And still, now I don't hate it so much. When I was given the freedom of choosing what ever it was I wanted. I chose nothing. I think the long vacation was enough for me, perhaps even too long. Not having to do anything I didn't want to do made me complacent. I grew weary of that noncommittal feeling. It became kind of empty; or I became kind of empty. I can't really explain it as clearly and openly as I'd like, but it wasn't pleasant after awhile. I wasn't pleasant. Not having to do something can be a drag, but so can having not to do something.

My sister will always say in a old school, southern voice, "Everyday ain't Tuesday". No, every day isn't Tuesday. Thank God for that.