It’s a quarter after one. You try to write something on lawyers who can help you get compensated for faulty hip replacement units. You get bored. You are sleepy. You get up from your computer couch. It is saggy and has taken the permanent shape of your ass. You open the fridge. Hide and Seek. ChocoPie. Blah vegetable stuff. Beer – why can’t you have alcohol at home? You settle for a half-full 600ml bottle of soda with pineapple squash. You mix up the concoction. It fizzes and spills. You drop dead on the saggy couch. You sip. It is bad. You sip. You try to write something on lawyers who can help you get compensated for faulty hip replacement units.
The amount of time people waste is amazing. We probably spend more than half our lives just wasting our time. What exactly is wasting our time though? Not doing stuff that you are supposed to do? Supposed to. Why am I even supposed to do something? Why can’t I just do whatever I want to? If I do whatever I want to I would never be wasting my time. If everyone would just do whatever they want to do and not what they are supposed to do then everyone would just be happy. NOT. Of course not. We live in a society after all. Rules and regulations. Social norms. Bah.
Make me a primate and I would live in the jungles. I would swing trees and eat those godforsaken yellow slimey bananas. I would make crazy monkey sounds and pick up fleas from other primates’ bodies. I would eat, pray, love. I would be happier.
But I am happy now. Or not. I’m Zen. I want to get out of the house. I want to go to the beach and just lie down on the sand. Maybe count the stars with Jeff Bridges giving the background score. I don’t want 12745398 calls from my mother asking me to come back home from fear that I would get mugged or raped. I want freedom.
Yes, I want freedom. Nothing more, nothing less. And a mug of nice hot coffee. Lots of sugar, lots of milk.
It’s half past one. You try to write something on lawyers who can help you get compensated for faulty hip replacement units.