Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.

It's strange to feel like an automaton all day - as though each action makes me a cog in this groaning, creaking machine of a university - an old machine, with outdated parts and bits, but one that continues to crank on nonetheless, molding and mangling the creatures that run through it like small herds of merino sheep - quality wool but sheep all the same. Its like walking through a dream all day - that detachment you sometimes get in dreams. Its a waking plodding that makes me feel like a cow chewing its cud. I'm pretty sure that a job one enjoys doesn't feel like this - doesn't dull the senses or stifle the mind - but I wonder how many people are out there, screaming in silent rebellion. I'm pretty sure that's a quote from something, but I'll claim that I'm stifled from work to keep from entering the five keystrokes it would take to look it up. I guess you have to be careful with this kind of feeling - it'd be an awfully convenient excuse to sidle out of life and into a delirious rotation of work, tv, and food.

2 comments:

Lauren said...

According to the 2000 census, there are 97,626,000 workers in the U.S. Making a conservative estimate, I would say that 97,000,000 of those are sheep-walking through life. I know I am! Also, I hope a certain shearer does not catch hold of my beloved sheep posting this stuff at work--wouldn't you look silly without your fluffy white coat?

P.S. Good use of the word "sidle". It's unfortunately ignored by our generation

lupyles said...

Shearer - ha! That's funny...