TIME TO ARMAGEDDON
Maybe it's just because I'm on a downer at the moment or maybe it's I just that I feel the need to 'cleanse my soul' (or some such bullshit) but I'm giving serious thought to setting myself a Time To Armageddon, a day of reckoning, if you will, when things MUST change.
The idea is that if I'm not doing the job I want by a certain date, or at least in a more creative one than the soul-sucking excuse for employment I currently endure five days a week, I would cease any attempt to find work happiness and "jack in" my life as I know it.
I don't mean that I would take a leap off the top of the Forth Road Bridge or choke myself to death on cornflakes (see the film "That Sinking Feeling"). I wouldn't even get a tattoo and ride off into the sunset with a couple of whores (it's not the same having to get public transport instead of a motorbike). I mean that I would give my life a radical re-think and total declutter. While it would be stupid of me to jack in my job (she-who-must-be-obeyed-wouldn't-let-me anyway), I figured that on my preferred Day of Doom I would do the following:
Scrap my MySpace page
Scrap my Jocknroll website/blog
Stop hosting quiz nights
Stop doing my hospital radio show
Scrap my magazine subscriptions
Clear out all my e-mails
I give up too much of myself, my soul and my time for nothing and to a largely unappreciative audience. Why should I bother? What's the point? I'm getting nothing out it but stress and grief. Mentally, I'm spent.
Maybe I'm just feeling sorry for myself or maybe I'm just being a realist but we have so much physical and emotional shit to cart around and I am, quite frankly, sick of it. There just isn't enough time in the day to do those "when I get a day off" projects, which remain largely unfinished, and when they are complete take too much effort to maintain. Why bother?
How does 3 May 2010 sound? Is that good for you?