Back to the drawing board

My former boss won 1.3 million Norwegian crowners this weekend.
A friend of mine is registering a software patent that may render him a billionaire.
Another friend of mine is working with a patent on renewable energy.
Pauly was just at the friggin’ Playboy Mansion!
Finally there was I, Sigg3, and me drooges, and we sat in the Korova milkbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with our lives…

One could fool oneself to think that everyone else is making progress, getting somewhere, changing the world – and if not – at least making money to live happily ever after. I know, ’cause I do that.
I’m not a pessimist. I just believe that when things go sour, they really go sour. That conventional happiness is a nevrotic lie, that alcoholism is underrated and that the good guys get shot in the end. It doesn’t matter who shoots them, the point is that they get shot.

No. I haven’t been shot.
I’ve just been way too lazy, doing what I shouldn’t while the hovering voice of conscience makes sure I don’t forget the things I neglect nor the fact that I neglect them. I’m sitting here at my work desk, not able to write hours on sitting here since I’m not doing anything, and this in spite of me not having finished anything I’ve set out to do. It’s like Colombus just drifting idly in the middle of the Pacific ocean, nah, I can discover the shortest sea route to India tomorrow, scratching his belly and looking at the little monkey dancing. (There was always a small monkey on old ships that could dance. Nobody knows why.)

I thought about it when I was hurrying to work this morning;
I go to work to pay for a life I don’t like.
When I could take a loan and live like I want to. Do what I need.
It all boils down to what you are. And what you are not.

… The Korova Milk Bar sold milkplus, milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom which is what we were drinking. This would sharpen you up and make you ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence. Our pockets were full of money so there was no need on that score, but, as they say, money isn’t everything.

Editor’s note:
Having re-read that post, I realize it doesn’t make much, if any, sense. Please ignore it and return to your daily life. Thank you.

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