Air
DemonSpawn
Date:
11/04/2005
You know, it's sort-of hard to live without air. I know I've expressed the sentiment before, but I didn't quite understand how important it is until I lost my job the other day. You see, although living without a job may be uncomfortable, and for some of us, downright inconvenient, there is still this part of me that keeps nagging at me in the back of my mind saying, “You know, you have an unlimited amount of time to find another job, but imagine if you ran out of air. You'd have a minute tops, considering that you smoke like a chimney!” I really hate that part of my mind.
The other part came to my rescue by mentioning that it would be impossible to run out of air, and so why consider the concept in the first place. But then the other third, the formidable logician, came around and said, “Yes, but it's the theory behind it which is entirely flawless! What would be worse than running out of air? Money can possibly be replaced, but once the air is gone, you're pretty much fucked, so be grateful, you twit!”
And that was the end of
it. The other two bowed respectfully and headed straight for the bar.
I think what I learned
from this democratic process inside my head is that losing your job
isn't as bad as it may seem at the time. It may seem even worse as
time goes on, and end up in your only eating three times a week
except for kitchen leftovers from patrons' plates, and getting
infected and swollen legs from not being able to afford washing
powder or laundry services, but in the end, you still have air. I
still have air. As long as you still have air, I reckon you still
have a choice. It's when the air runs out that you are well and truly
fucked, and things begin to darken quickly, in every sense of the
word.
So be grateful for the
small, insignificant things that cover the planet, and things will
always be rosy, not matter how much they may seem to be dayglo
flourescent pink-tinted.
That's all I have to say for today.
Demonspawn
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