The Crappiest Analogy Ever
I've been a part of something for a couple years now. We'll call it a club. I'm not in a gang or anything, and the people who know me well enough will know what I'm talking about and that it is, in fact, not even as cool as a club. But for hypothetics, that's what we'll call it.
For the past two years, I've been working my way up the ladder of this club to be someone more powerful, more important and authoritative. It's taken me two years of my life and a lot more than just time. I've lost contact with a lot of people who used to be close friends. When I go out or visit family, I never stay too long because I know that I have a club meeting I have to get back for that evening. When I go out of town I plan around the meetings. When I do homework I think about getting done quickly rather than doing a good job so I can go back and hang out at the club. If I'm talking to one of my real life friends, or even most of the people I talk to online, it's usually about the club. And if we're not talking about it, then the conversation usually dies pretty fast.
All said and done, I've finally worked my way up to a respected position. People come to me for advice, for insight, and just to say wow I can't believe I'm talking to you. It was great until I realized that the club was going to be merging into an even bigger club where I would, again, be no one. Everything I've accomplished so far is nothing more than hundreds, possibly thousands of other people in their sections of the club have accomplished. And despite what I've given up to be part of this (including quitting my job to be able to attend more meetings), in the end it's nothing.
What I've come to realize is that I had originally joined this group of people to have fun and make some friends, as well as be able to spend more time with friends I already had. Now it's like a job that I don't get paid for. I never have any fun, the friends I've made only care about me because of my contributions and skills that aid them within the club, and my friends that I already had can't carry on a conversation about anything else.
I've been addicted to the fake societal position that I've held more than I could have ever thought possible. I've done a lot of drugs before...a lot of them...and I quit any and all of them with the blink of an eye and never looked back. Dropping from this club, though, has taken me months to be able to do. Now that I see the reality of the situation and all that I will never get back from the time I spent there, it's clear what I need to do.
It's time to move on with my life.
Fortunately my power and skill, like everything else in America, have a dollar value. My position in the club is worth right around $1315 USD.
During the fulfillment of my duties (or losing of my soul) to the club, I did manage to make one worthwhile friend. This new comrade is originally from Puerto Rico and has offered me a place to crash should I ever find myself in his neck of the world.
To drive to Florida, fly to San Juan P.R., fly back, and drive home would cost roughly $800.
Hmm.
HMMMMMMM.
It's about time for me to get my random boots out of the closet and polish them up a bit.
Latino heat, baby.
For the past two years, I've been working my way up the ladder of this club to be someone more powerful, more important and authoritative. It's taken me two years of my life and a lot more than just time. I've lost contact with a lot of people who used to be close friends. When I go out or visit family, I never stay too long because I know that I have a club meeting I have to get back for that evening. When I go out of town I plan around the meetings. When I do homework I think about getting done quickly rather than doing a good job so I can go back and hang out at the club. If I'm talking to one of my real life friends, or even most of the people I talk to online, it's usually about the club. And if we're not talking about it, then the conversation usually dies pretty fast.
All said and done, I've finally worked my way up to a respected position. People come to me for advice, for insight, and just to say wow I can't believe I'm talking to you. It was great until I realized that the club was going to be merging into an even bigger club where I would, again, be no one. Everything I've accomplished so far is nothing more than hundreds, possibly thousands of other people in their sections of the club have accomplished. And despite what I've given up to be part of this (including quitting my job to be able to attend more meetings), in the end it's nothing.
What I've come to realize is that I had originally joined this group of people to have fun and make some friends, as well as be able to spend more time with friends I already had. Now it's like a job that I don't get paid for. I never have any fun, the friends I've made only care about me because of my contributions and skills that aid them within the club, and my friends that I already had can't carry on a conversation about anything else.
I've been addicted to the fake societal position that I've held more than I could have ever thought possible. I've done a lot of drugs before...a lot of them...and I quit any and all of them with the blink of an eye and never looked back. Dropping from this club, though, has taken me months to be able to do. Now that I see the reality of the situation and all that I will never get back from the time I spent there, it's clear what I need to do.
It's time to move on with my life.
Fortunately my power and skill, like everything else in America, have a dollar value. My position in the club is worth right around $1315 USD.
During the fulfillment of my duties (or losing of my soul) to the club, I did manage to make one worthwhile friend. This new comrade is originally from Puerto Rico and has offered me a place to crash should I ever find myself in his neck of the world.
To drive to Florida, fly to San Juan P.R., fly back, and drive home would cost roughly $800.
Hmm.
HMMMMMMM.
It's about time for me to get my random boots out of the closet and polish them up a bit.
Latino heat, baby.
posted by red at 01:54
2 Comments:
Yes, I too did much in the way of mind-altering fun stuff, yes I am free leveling out the intensity I derive from the mechanism in mind that of release I sought for so long & so hard.... Intensity is the key, Like Linton Kwesi Johnson says, "I am not a defeatist." In fact I think life is for the living (noun)! There is no jumping off point looking at dead presidents & elitist history, that goes for Heysus, as I am a Jew, but derive the Buddhist notion from Him again, His Life, I am a positivist, & hopefully I will go into the wilderness (midbar-HEBREW) like he or Musa as the Muslims call Moses, feel me? Peace.
The reformed Rabbi who married my lady & I Saturday, told me & my groomsmen a joke: Roses are red violets are bluish, if it wasn't for Jesus we'd all be Jewish!!
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