Wednesday, March 18, 2009

useless

I'd like a job that lets me produce something.  Right now, I produce nothing except papers that nobody cares about (including me).  If only I could be a scribe, or an assembly line worker, or a farmer, or a furniture-builder, or a chef, or a painter, or a teacher, or a hermity bean-grower.

And why must value always be deferred?  I've collected my BA...I'll use that later...currently collecting my MA...I'll also use that later...one day, if I do enough other things first, I'll be able to have the lifestyle I want.  But why not now?  Why can't I contribute to society during the day, then go back to my little bit of land in the evening with its chickens and goats and blueberry patch?  We're always putting it off, and it's usually because of money.

Haven't got the land, haven't got the chickens, haven't got the money, haven't got the credentials to do what I want.  Damn it.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

me neither, and I've discovered too late in life that what i want is unobtainable in my current life path.
perhaps one day I'll get to veer to that cabin by a stream with a loft room for creating.

Have you read Animal, Vegitable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver...
Amazing.

Unknown said...

PS you are not useless...
you are an inspiration for your older cousin. And before you burden yourself with the whys, just let yourself bask in the compliment.

Katherine said...

I haven't read it, but it's sitting on a desk not a few feet away from me. My mom gave it to Jeremiah to read, since he's interested in using his land and eating seasonally. He hasn't touched more than a few pages, so perhaps I'll steal it for the weekend.