THAT'S THE WAY OF THE WORLD

Since relinquishing responsibility for this newsletter a few months back, my days have been spent doing a whole lotta nuthin’. For the most part, I play Wordle while a marathon of Law & Order SVU plays quietly in the background. Thus far, I quite enjoy acting 25 years older than my actual age. 

When my mind wanders away from the intensity of Wordle, it riffs upon how I’ve wasted my entire adult life working in the corporate environment. Much like Sunday mass and school, I went along with it because it was foisted at me as the safe, reliable way to lead my life. As the product of two obedient drones, the fear was instilled in me at a young age that I would be naked and penniless after a week of being unemployed. So, I fell in line. Although from an outside view my books could be considered a ‘success’, they never made enough money for me to tell my fatso boss to take his job and shove it, Paycheck style. All that writing was done in-between full-time jobs, ya know. 

So what did my loyalty/laziness provide me with now that I’ve been deemed no longer capable of working? Well, I get some money, and because of that, I suppose you think I should shut my trap? (Rickles knows I’d say the same thing) As much I love wasting the day away in Wordleland, does the money even out breathing in toxic ink fumes and being told numerous times I could “...go work at McDonald’s if I don’t like it”? Does it give me back the time wasted taking crap from junior bankers and other potential date rapists because the company colors were ‘off’ on their books? Will they provide me with every brain cell lost listening to a fellow employee recap me on their brain-numbing weekend? The fact the only way I got out of my job was due to a terminal illness just raises the bar to a whole new level of pathetic. 

And now that I have all the time in the world to write about whatever I want and throw it up here, all I wanna do is play word games and watch Eliot Stabler knock heads. Some experts say if you don’t use it, you lose it. If this is true, so be it. Much like civilization itself, I’d say I’ve had a good run.