Please Kill Me,
Greetings and Happy used to be St. Patty’s (a.k.a. The Swollen Liver Bonanza) Day, I do gather that everyone had a great holiday and returned here safe to listen to Uncle “Tipity Typety” well do his ol’ tipety, typety. Those are words, shut up.
So Day 4 of my round the clock, (so not Batman-like) double life, and I’ve got to say, not that bad. I think I hit either a stride, or some kind of massive delusion (I’m probably, naked in the street somewhere screaming this out loud. Good thing it’s post St. Patty’s Day -worst case scenario I’m in full drunken uniform).
So as with the rest of my week, despite dedicating literally every moment to either “job” and or thoughts of sleep, I do feel a strange sense of clarity and purpose. Oddly enough I always had this fear that completely devoting myself to something was the equivalent of joining a cult (irrational I know but let me explain.)
I have fancied myself a free spirit. I never much cared for the whole formulaic idea of existence. I mean sure, I got it (who doesn’t understand the simplistic beauty of : go to school, get a lifetime job, start a family, wait 18 years, retire, die.) I mean in all honesty there is a simple elegance to the whole thing.
However, I do believe that those guidelines are like the Ten Commandments; in that they were made for the people fucking goats, and trying to eat fire; who couldn’t govern their own lives.
I get it, I really do. We need those things for societal norms and general existence.
Btw, for those of you offended here’s that puppy again,
If you don’t get that joke, than you haven’t been keeping up with the blog buddy, and therefore a laugh; you deserve not.
Continuing my stream of blasphemous blabber, I don’t believe in those preconceived notions of what a life should be. Simply because, it has been done so many times that at this point it’s boring and should be considered the equivalent of failure. (Why aren’t we trying to raise the bar here people)?
Despite that, I found that consistently pushing yourself in one direction is not as slave like as I had once thought, so for those of you who were super-driven, that I had mocked in the past, I will take this time to congratulate you on wasting your 20’s, acting like you were in your 30’s. (No shade, #sendingpositivevibes).
So, I guess the lesson here is, do what you love and what you love will come.*Sidenote – I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I eventually crash and need a day off, but until then I will gladly be your sleep deprived guinea pig (Bang! closed with an Irish joke).
Getting slightly more irreverent,
P.S. For those of you who haven’t been following, I am doing an experiment with the Blog this week, thus the multi-titled series Sleep. I invite you to read my posts Sleep – Sleep 3, and make your way to 4, so that your not completely lost (which I assume most of you are). I promise if you stick around you’ll learn some useful info. Happy Trails.