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Action Bob Markle

Music, theater, and my personal life, not always in that order. I try to keep it interesting, I rarely hold back, because one thing I truly believe in is the shared experience of this reality we call life. We're all in this together, people. More than we even know.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Not feeling too good today

Today it just feels like the whole job/modern world/life thing just isn't panning out. We race to a job to make money (but not enough) to pay off a life that at least I never wanted. Obligations to people who at best are superficial to our lives...who if we died today might take a second out of their days to consider but wouldn't feel any real loss.

The work I do (or don't do, as the case may be) really isn't worth much. I exchange my life for money. That's what I do. Sue, at least, helps people. She fights and is frustrated and mostly wins small skirmishes, sometimes big battles, and there are days when someone lives one more day because of what she does. I've always wanted that in my life: to really matter. The Catcher in the Rye. That's what we all wanted at some point in our lives, then we chuck it aside. It gets lost in the rush for careers and big TVs and even bigger cars. That's why being a beach bum is so appealing to me: If I can't help people and make a difference, then at least I don't want to hurt anyone. Just put me someplace where I won't, because in the past I've been so destructive.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Kristy said...

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed

"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

"You've been in the house too long" she said
And I (naturally) fled

In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

--The Smiths, "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"

Seemed appropriate.


-K

March 30, 2007 at 12:18 PM  

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