I am exhausted. It doesn’t matter how much I rest. I am exhausted. I need to write 200 words to meet my minimum bare bones productivity requirement. And this does seem like a cop out. And yet, here I am. So how do I make this productive? Well that’s the question isn’t it? I remember a youtuber, possibly Lindsay Ellis, in conversation with somebody else (I think), who mentioned that youtubers will attempt to monetize anything they spend time doing. And I don’t disagree with that.
I have a day job. Although prefer to call such jobs: life jacket jobs. But I don’t want my life jacket job. Do you? Most people say yes, when I ask this. But then, when I ask what they would do if they won a $50 million dollar lottery, they tell me they would quit their jobs. Funny that. And why? Because they hate their jobs, but they can’t imagine beyond the current system. We have been taught that we must be busy. Not effective, but busy. And so we rush and hurry and run back and forth while screaming about deadlines. And we drink lots and lots and lots of caffeine. And we feel that healing is such a waste of time that we allot a limited amount of days during which we are allowed to admit we’ve become sick.
No wonder I am exhausted. Our culture is exhausting. Our culture generates waste, because it can’t admit that productivity is not an inexhaustible resource which can be produced constantly with two days off per week and three weeks off per year in which to do all the things that make life worth living. No wonder we drink. No wonder we are exhausted. I’ve said this before. I’ll probably say this again. But it bear repeating. This is insane.
We are working ourselves to death. And for what benefit? Clearly not for our own benefit. We are pulling blocks for the pyramid. This is all for the benefit of the Pharaoh, and even then, Pyramids are tombs…
Professor Harbinger's School for Villains 