The Diary of Unemployment
Day 1 to Day 7
It is strangely good to wake up in the morning with the clock not running out of ticks for you to get dressed and make a run to the office. The office run requires you to unhinge your mental faculties and keep them aside so that they do not interfere with your functioning at office. You commit yourself to living from opening bell to lunch and then look forward to EOD.
That said. It is crazy to think of what to do with your time. There are of course lots of things to do but none without an overarching sense of guilt, none without the social stigma of freedom bearing down on your mind and none without you wondering "what next".
The society demands an explanation. It needs a credible reason when it asks you "what are you doing?" I am a corporate banker with X Bank is a good enuf reason for your existence. It is a decent excuse for having 24 hours in a day and being alive to witness them.
But what if I say "nothing, really. I am just looking around for something to do. Something which does justice to my ability. Something which I find exciting, something which I think would be a good way to spend most of my waking hours."
And yet, what do I do when I know what I am doing is definitely not on the list of what I want to do. Trudge along until I find something more interesting? and probably trudge along until I see no sense in giving up what I have done for so many years? Yeah.
Thats the hell of it. There is no easy way. The desire to employ my intelligence, as opposed to employing my self, seems to have committed me to a course where no matter which way I choose. Pain will follow.
So be it.
It is strangely good to wake up in the morning with the clock not running out of ticks for you to get dressed and make a run to the office. The office run requires you to unhinge your mental faculties and keep them aside so that they do not interfere with your functioning at office. You commit yourself to living from opening bell to lunch and then look forward to EOD.
That said. It is crazy to think of what to do with your time. There are of course lots of things to do but none without an overarching sense of guilt, none without the social stigma of freedom bearing down on your mind and none without you wondering "what next".
The society demands an explanation. It needs a credible reason when it asks you "what are you doing?" I am a corporate banker with X Bank is a good enuf reason for your existence. It is a decent excuse for having 24 hours in a day and being alive to witness them.
But what if I say "nothing, really. I am just looking around for something to do. Something which does justice to my ability. Something which I find exciting, something which I think would be a good way to spend most of my waking hours."
And yet, what do I do when I know what I am doing is definitely not on the list of what I want to do. Trudge along until I find something more interesting? and probably trudge along until I see no sense in giving up what I have done for so many years? Yeah.
Thats the hell of it. There is no easy way. The desire to employ my intelligence, as opposed to employing my self, seems to have committed me to a course where no matter which way I choose. Pain will follow.
So be it.
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