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Our lesson. Right. A lesson. A lesson for all the masses. Our third and final lesson. What was lesson one and two? . . . . . Um. I don't know. The second one had something to do with dreams being false hopes, right? I don't remember the first one--I don't save these things but in the journal. Okay, a good piece of advice here: Hate your cable/internet provider. They suck! Seriously, at least mine do. Almost a week it's been cutting out for an entire night and then I'm left with nothing but boooooredom. And terrible thoughts. Oh yes, how could I forget? There's obviously some little machine inside my head that is projecting said terrible thoughts to me and since it's right there, like someone talking in my ear, I must listen.
Do you listen to the voice(s) in your head? What do they tell you? Do you do what they ask, whenever they ask it? (Notice that question one and three are completely different, so you can't say I'm repeating questions here.)
"When your time has come, you know you'll be lonely, once again."
I'm sorry--that's Kamelot talking. Check 'em out. They are a great band, even if people only like their new Ghost Opera. Their old stuff is still good! D<
But that's off track . . . like always.
So what is our point to this final drabble? Those terrible voices, I suppose. They are dreadful, aren't they? That is, unless they're telling you how wonderful and conceited you are--then I guess they'd be okay. Because everyone loves to have their ego fed, am I right? I am so totally right. And I know you're sitting there, scoffing, "My ego does NOT get fed!" But it does. And those of you who can't sit still, ringing your hands, tapping your index fingers together, "Yeah, so maybe it does get fed a little"--good for you. Admittance is the first step, as those stupid psychiatrists always say.
I mean, what do they know anyway? "I see, I see. How does that make you feel?" What is that all about? If you're explaining the situation, shouldn't s/he be able to see your reactions, identify your tone of voice? Shouldn't that give them some clue to how you're feeling? You pay them 500 dollars, sometimes more, for a measly hour and you get nothing accomplished excepting for telling a licensed stranger your problems. You could do that on the internet from people who are, granted not licensed, but might have had that kind of experience whatever your problem is. Heck, you could even rant to your friends and they could offer you the same advice you'd get from someone who wasted year after year after year after year just to get a little piece of paper that says, "Hey, you're empathetic; now make some money! :D"
Not very fulfilling, is it?
I'd hate to be one of those people who has to listen to people whine and whine. However, listening to people whine and whine would be a good thing for me. I love it when people are miserable. I feed off of that, and it gives me that inner glow you see in happy people. But see, it's hard to find people who are more miserable than yourself--and I know it's not impossible because I'm obviously not dying, do not have a horrible disease, am not knocked up, not supporting a child by myself, not kicked out of my house, whatever, etc, etc, etc. Anyway. Off topic. If you get to be one of those well-paid "doctors", you get a nice leather chair with an eccentric office, a neat little notebook that you get to doodle in while nodding and asking little questions giving the illusion that you're still listening, and then you offer advice. You don't cure them, you don't kill them--although you could!--but you just offer little bits of advice that people get from their friends, but take your word over them because you have that little piece of paper.
And you know that's what the voices are telling you. Those voices make you doodle in that notebook, ignoring that person. No one wants to listen to a whiner. But the little voices in your head tell you to offer your two cents, the person leaves, you get paid for another "job well done."
Wouldn't it be cool to finally get your "dream job"?
Nah, it wouldn't be. Too much work, huh? Everyone wants high paying jobs, anyway. And where's the fun in that? You do some work, you get a fat check, you go on with a worthless life. Not fun at all.
Anyways, I have to cut this one short. My lesson is, whether you choose to listen to the voices in your head (if you have any), your life will be no different.
G://Running transcript. Thank you for your participation.
Lesson complete.
Shutting down.
It is now safe to turn off your operating machine . . . . .
 Olive_the_Monkey_Ninja · Fri Nov 09, 2007 @ 02:52am · 1 Comments |
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