2001:November:2
2001
It is Friday. This makes me think of time. I often say "Friday" with reverence. It reminds me of the potential energy and kinetic energy. Actually, right this minute is my favorite time of the weekend. It's about three or four hours before I'm off work. The worst is over, and now anything can happen. No work or playing "the mans" games for 50+ hours. Bliss. But, why dammit why? I sincerely would enjoy getting off the merry-go-round, but I'm such a slave to this culture. I don't know how to grow food, build houses, etc. Besides, I couldn't afford to buy land or then do the taxes on the land, etc. What does this mean? Nothing. Just a little exposition on how stupid I am and how fruitless my weekend wind-up toy mentality is. But, don't get me wrong... I LOVE my time with myself and my loved ones. It is why I live. Oh the weekends. Oh humans. Oh society. It's what I've got. In fact, last night's Farscape was a perfect example of what I'm talking of. ... they ended up on a planet where the people on the ship aged the same as us the viewer (i.e. real time). The people on the planet (john and aeryn as if you even know who they are) aged to old people who had lived a boring life with no adventure. They still seemed to miss the one time in their life when they belonged and felt alive though... very fascinating and too hard to explain.
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