It's a dreary Monday morning - dark and gray. What's worse is that it's Columbus Day, and everyone in the world is sleeping in... except me. Granted, I don't really want to celebrate the takeover and eventual exploitation of an entire race of people, skewed by American history to appear noble instead of barbaric ... but it's still depressing to be one of the few at work. I even got a spot in the "good" parking lot this morning.
Wow, is this what my life has become? Ecstasy over a new work computer and switching desks, angling for a spot in the "good" parking lot, looking for conveniently sized photos of my loved ones to stare at while I get verbally abused for my $10 an hour every day? Making sure I have "sensible" shoes and my shirts are "work appropriate"? Looking forward to Friday Jean Day? It's like Office Space, only more pathetic.
Then again... was my life any more meaningful before? Getting drunk and having empty interaction with other college students, searching for the latest trend and hottest shoes, seeing amazing women create endless drama with boys who never really cared about them, watching The Bachelor every week? Practicing quadratic equations that I would never again use after the open-notebook open-textbook exam? Pretending to read deep and meaningful literature, fibbing my way out of late grades on assignments?
It's funny... my generation complains about feeling stifled when thrown into the workplace to work the 9-5 grind, as if our worths have been compromised and our intellects marginalized. As if that hadn't happened ALREADY... we blame"growing up" as the cause. I wonder, however, if the growing up is instead the force that peels the veil of self-illusion back, forcing us to come to the realization of our own lack of meaning.
Maybe I'll just go for a run.
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