So many cool things to do
so many fun, and interesting things to do
so many intoxicating things to stimulate the senses
which, are always on march and parade
DOPAMINE
I stay chasing the next exciting thing
the spectacle, the stimulation, music, promise
but mostly I work my life away
and then I drink, after
Then the internet stimulates me: Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram
Goodreads, Reddit
the next fix,
always the next fix
not where I want to be
you can only be in one place
I think my mind wants to be, in all places at once
then, you get bored
fucking bored
that's there again
Then minutes, moments, seconds move fast
out of your life
Alan Watts said, "thoughts are addictive," I know what he means
he's not speaking in riddles
A lot of times, it's just best not to think
Somewhere in complete isolation
with no one talking to you, or speaking to you
eventually the voices and thoughts go away
and you can cleanse yourself
Hopefully
Those are the peak hours for people
when humans are busy
they get everything done in these hours
everybody doing the same thing, at the same
damn time
everybody bumping into each other
everybody just missing each other
everybody just getting a little bit done
I love when these hours are over with
and there is less folks on the roads, or in the stores
I take the roads traveled less, of course
I don't feel apart of the tribe
Of course all the, "good people," live the eight to five life
it gets dreary and predictable when you can finish a person's sentence for them
and with the eight to fivers you can do that a lot
but those roads at night so are empty and great for me
except for the police
who are always thinking you are up to no good, by being out at night
They think the good people of the world have all gone home, to do their kids home work or watch television or cook dinner, and wait for their jobs to start all over again
"Why are you out so late?" they asked.
"Because I could not stand to be out with them" I say.
They can not understand this, at all.
of course.
It's like you have all this cool shit to do, man
and there's like hardly any time for it: so many cool TV shows you see, YouTube videos to watch, ebooks to read.
And you search all your social media pages. And everything moves so fast, of course with a full time job
and really the only time I have for real is the weekends for me.
and the go by fast man, for me,
seems like only a mere, couple of hours, instead of two days
and
there is this feeling of missing out constantly
constantly
and your head is filled with clutter and ideas, and ambitions, desire. And it swirls in you.
all that shit
And I have a hard time relating to people who get bored.
there's like all this cool shit to do, and you're bored?
"I sit with my mom and tells me how boring Sundays are?" Then she asks me, "Am I bored."
I'm like, "really?"
I'm away from the job, and feel very good
and trying to focus on an ebook from Amazon and YouTube, and put together Slide share presentation
And I'm like really she's bored?
I guess some people need the Monday mornings and some one telling them what to do and how to do it,
along with the entertainment of television
But not me, jeez!!!
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