At work today, I had to shred about 30-35 pounds of paper. There's really nothing else I can occupy my brain with... just leaf after leaf of documents. I'm forced to just think, by myself, alone.
What's the point of all this shredding? It's part of my job, sometimes. What's the point of my job? Or of school? Everything is phrased the same way, "if you do this, you'll become successful/wealthy/happy". Let's be slaves today, so that we can be free another day. Why does it always have to be the means to an end? Life shouldn't be a set of stepping stones. We should gain something from every experience.
However, I have a problem with that. My experiences are like stale crackers. Sure, they'll fill me up with the energy to keep me going - but there is no appetite for them, as they are flavorless. So what if I'm an introverted senior in high school? I have few friends and (to my knowledge) no enemies. I don't have a social presence because of a fear of rejection, lack of interest in its mindless conventions, and no experience. I'm not involved in any clubs, volunteering, or sports. Really, I have very few talents.
So what is one like me to do? Shred. Shred at work, school, family. Oh, and put on a happy face so people won't assume I'm suicidal or mentally unstable. And to be clear, I am far from either of those conditions. What's left of me, then? All I get is "you're smart". Gee, thanks, like that means everything. I understand that it's a blessing to have a learning capacity. It doesn't correct that I'm not a well-rounded person, that of which society is looking for in every individual.
Maybe it's my fault. I find pleasure in the experiences from video games and Internet communication. I could be wasting my life away, too stubborn to abandon something that doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe I'm a victim of society's rigid requirements for a new generation of Americans. Am I doing the right thing, using the two abilities I have (intelligence and work ethic) to advance myself in society? Or am I wrong, entirely missing the fruits of life like creativity, love, discovery -- because of who I believe I am? I'm not sure. Maybe you guys have been, or are in the same place as I am.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. For now, I have to get back to shredding.
What's the point of all this shredding? It's part of my job, sometimes. What's the point of my job? Or of school? Everything is phrased the same way, "if you do this, you'll become successful/wealthy/happy". Let's be slaves today, so that we can be free another day. Why does it always have to be the means to an end? Life shouldn't be a set of stepping stones. We should gain something from every experience.
However, I have a problem with that. My experiences are like stale crackers. Sure, they'll fill me up with the energy to keep me going - but there is no appetite for them, as they are flavorless. So what if I'm an introverted senior in high school? I have few friends and (to my knowledge) no enemies. I don't have a social presence because of a fear of rejection, lack of interest in its mindless conventions, and no experience. I'm not involved in any clubs, volunteering, or sports. Really, I have very few talents.
So what is one like me to do? Shred. Shred at work, school, family. Oh, and put on a happy face so people won't assume I'm suicidal or mentally unstable. And to be clear, I am far from either of those conditions. What's left of me, then? All I get is "you're smart". Gee, thanks, like that means everything. I understand that it's a blessing to have a learning capacity. It doesn't correct that I'm not a well-rounded person, that of which society is looking for in every individual.
Maybe it's my fault. I find pleasure in the experiences from video games and Internet communication. I could be wasting my life away, too stubborn to abandon something that doesn't matter to anyone else. Maybe I'm a victim of society's rigid requirements for a new generation of Americans. Am I doing the right thing, using the two abilities I have (intelligence and work ethic) to advance myself in society? Or am I wrong, entirely missing the fruits of life like creativity, love, discovery -- because of who I believe I am? I'm not sure. Maybe you guys have been, or are in the same place as I am.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. For now, I have to get back to shredding.