Sunday, February 06, 2005

rat race

oh how does one regret in all veracity when it looks like you just cant get out of it? i'd never imagined myself to hold a desk-bound job as a pencil-pusher with high risk of arthritis of the fingers due to megafast and subhuman keyboard typing.

but i've relented.

and not only that, i'm surrounded by numbers. lots of numbers. we deal with figures. ok, we deal with more than just figures, but figures is what i see day in, day out. always imagined myself in a job where i'd practically be in solitary confinement. someone at a desk at 2300pm surrounded by dusty books, researching or reading. whatever.

i'm a money chaser now. i love money. i love the smell of it.

and i hate money.

i hate what it does to you. i hate what it does to people.

i hate it.

bloody colonialists.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yes, u can love money but don't allow money to be your master. chan.