ahhh, cinco de mayo, another st. patricks day type holiday where drinking is highly encouraged. i’ll probably be lame tonight anyways.
so much white noise around me here at work, freezers constantly going, vents constantly pushing air, lots of energy to create order in this building. white noise everywhere though, not just here. white noise in the sense of everything. noise noise noise, no direction, no meaning just noise.
here i am, the end product of my college career, and it couldn’t be better, good job, good home, good girlfriend, and that’s great. it’s time for a break as far as i’m concerned, do mindless work, but do a good job of it, and just do what i want afterwards. it’s school without the homework.
i feel like i should be jaded and yet, i’m not, my situation here is like i predicted, you work with other people and you have to deal with workplace drama. but at least i don’t have to deal with customers.
but i think i just have the mindset to deal with it now. at least i’m in a business where i can work my way up, and prove myself as a valuable employee, and be the good little boy i’ve always been. The older you get the more you regress towards being a kid. i find myself acting childish and yet adult all the time, and it’s like two parts of me that agree to disagree. i suppose everyone probably has the same problems though, in one direction or the other, too much child, or too much adult. i certainly wouldn’t want to be too much of either one. i feel like they’ve come to terms with each other, since they’re both necessary for my sanity. I think they both figured out that more understanding leads to more things that are ridiculous, which in turn, leads to more comedy.
it leaves me feeling neutral about everything, which i guess is my nature, or it could be something i’ve conditioned so well that it feels completely natural. it goes beyond self-discovery, or any hope of finding out who i “truly” am. indifference shines through like a laser beam that blinds out everything else. this indifference doesn’t sprout up from apathy, yet apathy is there.
i guess it comes from scope. like being the bacteria in your GI tract that is going to be expelled when you take a crap. a third of your crap is bacteria, but billions more remain inside of you. good thing those bacteria aren’t conscious, otherwise they might be pissed about being crapped out, and try everything in their power not to come out. (pardon my biology, but it’s how i think about things) so i’m this little bacteria in a huge organisim that relies more on trends than any active decision, and i am conscious of myself, and i’ll do anything to keep myself alive and happy. reality and unreality are so closely linked so as to hardly be able to distinguish between the two. i am this human, another stepping stone on the path of evolution to something better suited for another environment ( i guess the environment of the mind) thousands of species of all forms of life have come and gone, leaving what we have today. dozens of major catastrophies, sunlight, water, all coming together to make this planet the way it is, and it could have been a multitude of a trillion of other possibilities.
and yet here i am, somehow surviving, helping break down matter for entropy, and all i have are the things that make me happy. and i’ll cherish those things until they aren’t there anymore, then i’ll reminisce about them and find something else that makes me happy, until my final breath. Filling up your time is easy, and while you sit around and wonder where it went, you waste more time. I think that consciousness is just this huge catch-22, and it seems ridiculous to treat it otherwise.