What's My Motivation?

I’m going to try to be semi-serious so bear with me for a moment. If you want some smart ass commentary about something then I guess I can provide one quick quip:

Mark my words, MTV will be the downfall of Western Civilization. The girls from The Hills, Tila Tequila, all the posers on the show Next, these people are to society what Mexican food is to the colon.

Now to being serious….

My work life is one big Catch 22. When I’m working all I can think about is my time off and the weekend. Throughout the duration of the work week I zone in and out thinking about how awesome it will be to sleep in, sit around and do nothing, and perhaps go out one night. These tend to be the things that get me through those long days. I don’t hate my job however I’d rather be doing nothing if I could get away with it.

Now for the Catch 22.

Often times on my time off I think about how unfulfilling it is to sit around and waste away. Watching T.V., surfing the internet, and eating Taco Bell aren’t enough to make me feel like a worthy member of society. It’s at this point I start wanting to get back to work. That’s right, I want to get back to work. My job gives me purpose and direction in life and I feel that it separates me from the people who contribute nothing to the world and cheat their way through life, living a shallow existence while being perfectly content with it. By the time Monday rolls around the entire ugly contradicting loop continues.

What the hell is wrong with me? Damn my conscience and good sense for realizing that sitting around and doing nothing doesn’t amount to any purpose. In addition, damn the system that forces me to get a job and work so I can sustain myself and feel like a contributing member or society. It makes sense now why most European states are welfare state. The system makes it okay to do nothing thus allowing the people to feel good about doing nothing. Everyone’s a winner!!

I think I’m rambling at this point because I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some sleep before I work for 8 straight days where I’ll do nothing but think about the empty free time I’ll end up feeling guilty about. Perhaps a little MTV before work will be enough to make me cherish 8 glorious days of work.