WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT, ALFIE?
I often wonder what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. Sometimes it seems like my only purpose is to go to work and try to earn enough to pay all the bills and other endless expenses. What’s going to happen when I’m no longer able to do this? Is there anything more to life – enjoyment, perhaps?
Maybe these feelings are all the result of some sort of low self esteem or lack of self confidence issue. I mean, aren’t the rest of you able to relax and enjoy your life without having to worry continuously about impending failure, bankrupcy or death? I must feel that something is missing from my life if I don’t have something to worry about. How did I get this way, doc?
I don’t know, I just have this feeling of impending doom that hangs over my head so much of the time; but I don’t hold anyone responsible but myself. It may be that I don’t feel fully in control of my life – that events are controlling me rather than the other way around. How do you become one of those master of the universe types? Is there an easy 3 step process out there somewhere?
I actually have learned to keep a lid on my self destructive habit of worrying about everything that could possibly go wrong. Now I’m usually content to pick one thing and concentrate on that. But I wonder if my whole life is destined to be one long cycle of work and recovery from work. Then again if I won the lottery (which is impossible since I don’t play it) would I be content to just hang out?
Probably not.
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You’re fucking pathetic. Another boring confessional about your fears and feelings of inadequacy. But since you ask so many questions with such sincerity, expecting all the dumbasses out there to be able to hand you an answer on a silver platter, here it is:
Yes, going to work to earn money which will then be spent is, in fact, the sum total of your life. How do I know this? Because it’s all you ever do, and I am of the belief that you are what you do. You aren’t what you say you are, you aren’t what you imagine you are, you are what you do.
What’s really troubling you here is that you feel, deep down inside, not like a failure, but like you’re one of the special people. You want to believe that you’re one of the great artistes and not another cog in the machine like everyone else, which is in fact what you really are.
So shut up and get back to work. It’s the only thing that makes your life worth anything because it allows you to pay my bills and not have to hold down a job like all the other slobs.
God, does this place need a change!
Weez all know what it like trying get by in this whorl. But when eyes feelin’ like dat I done go down to church and it fix me right up. We sings and dances and feel all right. Youz gots to get right whit Jeeeesus, man! He done gonna raise y’all up!
Come on and sing which me, “I seez the old, old landmark, I seez the old…”
Great call there Charles. Have you found any peace in accepting that cog in the wheel philosophy? I’ve known many people who have done the ‘right thing’ with their lives by accepting the premise that your job defines you. It always leads to an abysmal end. If you are not asking yourself ‘what it is all about?’ then you deserve what you get. I doubt that anyone on their death bed ever wishes they had worked more hours or gotten that promotion. Work is something that just pays the bills it isn’t who you are.
Alfie. Believe me, everyone shares your feelings. There is a secret to life and its summed up in the oldest saying in the world. “Life is what you make it.” Your life will be about what you want it to be about. Thats the only decision you have to make. For me it’s family and friends. Work is just a necessary evil. You have to have a sense of humor about it.
“Life is what you make it” be the name of a song by Brick – one of the greatest bands to come out of the disco era. I be quotin’ it all the time. It actually is a good philosophy of life. It be on day album called Good High, which sadly be out of print and never even issued on cd. Dats a crime…
You see, John, it’s okay for my brother to be a cog in the machine because it saves me from having to work. And I haven’t in decades.
It is most amusing to see how you poor Americans must work your life away. I could clone myself for the next 10 generations and never have this problem. And my wealth only grows with every minute you spend in you car commuting.
As uptight as you may think I am, being King of Saudi Arabia and all, you also forget that I have a large and ever changing harem, making my nightlife far more interesting than yours will ever be.
I am now knowing why this blog is made: For my entertainment and pleasure. I will continue to laugh at you little people and your problems that I will never have.
Thanks for the encouragement, John. As much as Charles and some others make light of my feelings, they’re still real to me, and I often do think I’m little but a walking work robot. Then again, I’ve created this situation for myself, and it’s nothing compared to what so many have to go through.
I’ll start complaining with far more conviction and strength if really bad things start happening in my life. I do recognize that steady employment is hardly a tragedy.
Charles, you’re behaving like an arse here. What did I tell you about that? Look, you’re going to feel a little pinch, and then you’re going to feel very sleepy. It’s time for you to give your brother a break for a while.
But Dr. Bob, I was just pointing out that…
I was just…
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Just so you know, Alfie was actually a sex addict. His attempt to figure out “what it’s all about” is a reaction to his overstimulated lifestyle, not any sort of meditation on the meaning of work. His work was only a means to his scoring. Check it out if you don’t believe me – the song is by Burt Bacarack.
The title of you post is a little bit distorted in this way, Mr. Wackman.