Spiel of sorts.

To lull myself into a false sense of productivity I have decided to post another little nugget of wisdom onto this here blog. Aren't you all lucky! Perhaps impending doom should be the theme of this particular addition.

Doom it is! ah yes doom. Doom awaits us all as "for all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23). Doom, doom, doom. If you've not got a sense of impending doom you're either a child or a heathen! Both of which I have little time for.

Anyway less of this tyrannical biblical nonsense I want to talk about the 'real'!

For the majority of my short time on this spinning globe we have the pleasure to call 'earth'. I have been stressed very little, worried rarely and lived my life by the mantra of "que sera, sera". However for the majority of my life I've had few responsibilities and followed a natural progression of events that have lead me to where I am now. This will all change in the year 2014! Hence the doom!

 

I'm coming to the end of my undergraduate degree funded by our glorious motherland and am on the cusp of the 'real world', truly terrifying stuff! There is a growing sense within me that I should pull my finger out so to speak. I should put my nose to the grindstone and use a little elbow grease to ease the inevitable abrasion. In the words of the late Dr Thomspon "I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me." Intrinsically work shy I'd prefer a life of writing to a life of..... What ever it is that everyone else seems to be doing. Yet apparently there is no easy way out. In order to pursue a life of writing I'm required to put some real actual effort into it and probably other things.

At the moment I plan to continue my education, but my dear mother(land) isn't likely to fund this frankly absurd occupation. So for the first time in my life I'm going to have to abandon my life of vagrancy and actually make some cheddar. In order to maintain a lifestyle that's even vaguely similar to this one I'm going to have to make quite a bit of cheddar. Accommodation, education, nourishment, intoxicants it all adds up! I need the big cash money or alternatively a job! Until recently I did actually have a job, but I didn't much care for it and gradually abandoned it via osmosis.

The crux of the issue! I cannot commit to anything I dislike. It sounds rather pathetic and entitled I know. There are millions of people on this globe who put up with a job they despise for 14 hours a day every day so they can afford to live but for me this is not living! Life is too short to spend an extended amount of time doing something you hold with utter contempt. It's not that I have high standards though I'd happily work at some kind of shop. Preferably a book shop, music shop, art shop or booze shop AKA a bar. Somewhere where there is a chance to escape from the monotony of the work. Unfortunately there was no escaping from the monotonoy at my last job which is one of the reasons I had to go.

Yet all this future fear has got me thinking about life. Obviously this won't be the case for all students but for many graduation is the beginning of your life. Up until that point most students have been fed with a silver spoon. Most students are lazy, entitled and ignorant which is kind of ironic considering what a University is meant to embody. But times have changed It's not like the 'olden days' I've heard so much about, were you can find a job in the industry you studied for on the day you graduate. It's not like that anymore! Most people with undergrad degrees end up working in some shitty fast food franchise for the next few years. When my cousin was 16 working at a deli there was a PHD graduate working the same job! Qualifications give you little edge it seems. For many university is a last garrison to prolong the freedoms of youth! Things get rougher from here on in! Sure there are the occasional lucky breakers who get gnarly jobs in temperate climates after graduating but that's not plausible for everyone.

So here I am traveling at high speed towards an uncertain future that often seems dismal and harrowing. Though there is no use moping and feeling sorry for myself. I've got to accept it and somehow deal with it, yet I'm struggling to shrug this sense of doom. Maybe it's the weather but recently It's been on my back more and more often. I'm faced with these options for the future but I'm uncertain about what I really want. You don't want to make the wrong decision and end up being trapped somewhere awful.

I'm not really sure what the overriding message of this blog is, perhaps there isn't one. You're search for a golden nugget of wisdom was futile. This short piece of writing was little more than my procrastination from coursework that urgently needs doing and an eulogy for my youth!

How very dramatic and doom themed.