<Scrap>Lazy bones

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Lazy bones [Original posting on Friday, Dec 4th, 2009 | 13:34 PM (UTC)]
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I've been thinking lately about how no one blogs here any more, even I haven't since I'm too lazy to basically read, let alone write my audacious (in this case insolent) scraps. To be fair, no one is obliged to write but it's nice to know what others are thinking... maybe we should make a "brain trust" club. Get all the crazy, insane and partially schizophrenics in the "house". Yes gents, the morgue is now opened for another season of "Burdened to Live".
Things haven't been so fly these past few months, people having their PCs popping like firecrackers, losing internet on a daily basis (myself included last month and 2 weeks before coming back publicly), others coming to a sudden jolting shortness of breath when realizing they have nothing to live for in this world other than the simple fact: get up, go to work, come home and repeat, all mustered with a nice topping of pay your taxes; and then there is me, where I just ripped from reality since I've quit my job at the exciting factory where we make planes. Look daddy, it's a bird, it's an eagle, it's a plane... No son, it's a shit load of work and toxin contaminant that over 200 people striven in assembling, chopping down, cutting by size, gluing, grinding and yes crying over to have ready within the freaking deadline (I once seen a devouring at the shipping expedition when the 2nd big boss just pummeled the poor woman responsible with inventory for missing about 15 reps regarding the ailerons... poor girl had 30% salary cut for the next 3 months). The world is full of bureaucratic leaders, bosses and under-bosses that will just piss over you for the simple fact that they were told to. I wonder what life the biggest leader leads? Who tells him/her what to do? The spouse? Hell no, their gut coheres the whole mechanism inside that sweaty, old and bitter sorry excuse of a human being. I feel sorry for their mothers... wait, why should I?
I had to get out of that kind of system, it simply tears you apart, chews you good and then spits you out like an overly used gum-gum. "When I grow up daddy, I want to be just like you: a bureaucratic liberal who doesn't give a shit about people because he can afford it". Aah, these little tykes, they grow up so fast, today crapping little bundles of joy, tomorrow world leaders, presidents, directors or war criminals. "Kid's 'R Us - Come and pick your baby":
- Welcome sir and thank you for choosing our market, we are an experienced and developing children marketing, offering you the finest in babies today. From super sized, over thinking in the future to the worthless little pooer that puts a smile on your face, money back guaranteed.
- How interesting... I've always wanted a little JD running around the house while I beat up my stunningly ugly wife that has been too careless about her weight and eventually turned into her mother. I told the bitch: woman you need to get into shape and she would be like "oh relax, I'll start in the spring, right now I'm tired from work", can you believe it?
It's a system in where everyone loses, even the big guy with all the money and all the power. Three words: compensation in life. I am constantly reminded of it by people all around me, my wife (whom I love dearly and IF I make any bad remark at, she will drain the life outta me, die before me and haunt me for the rest of my miserable and petty excuse of a life), my friends remind me about compensation, even my cat does it. What is this world coming to, everyone is doing it except me? I'm not sad, I'm filled with joy knowing that the sorry and bitter old men who control their countries have worse things than we can imagine. To deal with that much responsibility, knowing even if you have that much power, once two guys decide to take it from you... well, there's no stopping them. It's simple: one holds and the other punches your teeth out. All they wanted to show you was the world as it is: giggling and bleeding in the corner, while they wipe that grim-façada off once and for all. I am spooked and yet intrigued at how devious the human being can be, it shocks me, it inspires... it illuminates me. I know now that compensation has one binding rule: people aren't chosen to rule, they are born to it. We, the rest of the population who are fortunate enough to realize that and not to be implicated in political warfare must be smart enough not to take a path that leads to military conflict and hundreds in masses dying by the minute, because we can learn from our mistakes, something the power-man will never comprehend. Why? Because he can't understand the choices he made in life. We are all fate of compensation, some realize it and some don't. What matters is where we go from there, we can choose to be who we want, destiny has been overrated for a very long time. There is no point in marching to our capitol city and demanding rights but we can take them subtlety from under their noses, without any of them ever realizing.
Some times we all wish for more, to be rich, to be smart, to be able, to be nice... some of us just can't, we are our own reason for mass destruction.