RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Boredom

So yes, boredom has finally set into my daily schedule. Granted, not that it was any exciting to begin with, but in the past week it's really hit on me that I'm really doing nothing with my life. Prior to the interview last week, I had at least something to look forward to, albeit it having been delayed like an Malaysian Airlines flight. Ever since the evil drinking session I had with Kelvin on Friday, it's been so mundane that even I've realised that I'm not doing anything.

Yes, so I'm not actually supposed to be doing anything with my life since I'm technically handicapped and unable to serve my beloved nation, whose birthday is coming up by the way, though I really couldn't give a shit. They're thinking of celebrating national day for a month. Fucking hell, who the hell does that?! It's not as if the nation's been so fucking spectacular that everyone WANTS to do that. But then again, thinking back to Brunei and its government's lavish ways... Anyhow, I could be looking for a job, though that would take up a lot of my slacking time, and NOOOOO we wouldn't want that to happen would we. I have work to do, but I just can't get started. It's this feeling of laziness and inertia that's got me a little worried. After so long, I still wonder, what is the fuel that fires off our motivation? Is it better jobs, better spending power, better friends, better miscellaneous materials, better sex, better pets, better family relations, or just a better life in general?

For me at least, it's so that I can finally get out of this country again, and see what the rest of the world has to offer. Of course, I still need to be realistic, about my finances, about the family that I've conveniently conjured up for the sake of this argument, and at the same time about how satisfied I am. Of course, sacrifices need to be made. Always for the greater good. However, there's always that little part of me that just wants to do away with all that realism and just go ahead and enjoy life. Taking the term "enjoying life" into consideration, my version would at this point probably be suddenly inheriting an extreme talent in tattooing from some legend like Horiyoshi, Luke Atkinson or even Paul Booth, and tattooing my way around the world. Or if I had the money, I could just travel around the world and experience all the drugs all the countries have to offer and just fade into my own dream world. I may return. I may not. Eventually, the end is the same, isn't it?

Then, once again, reality bites. I have to carve out a career path for myself so that my future will be secure, my family's future will be secure, I'll be able to provide for my parents and le pooch, and eventually I'm supposed to be happy and satisfied when I see how well my conjured-up kids do later on in their lives and think nostalgically that "Awww, that was a good life."

Or, I could really just go into tattoos and that elusive dream publication that's stuck in my head, and actually be happy for however long it lasts. Whichever you prefer, whatever you desire. Any takers?

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 11:56 AM