Brownie points to whoever can tell me where that came from. Hint: it's a very good book by a curmudgeonly author who died about 6 years ago.
Of course, the better title might be to replace "Mankind on Earth" with "my Life". First of all, I'm tired. Of course, I have school with my 5 AP classes, etc, and then I walk from there about 3 miles home, where I have about 20 minutes to eat, not having had anything since before school, and then I do a bike ride for usually about an hour.
Then I have to get ready for work at 5. I forget if I've mentioned here, I work at Garlic Jim's (Famous Gourmet) Pizza now, instead of Value Village.
(I at this very second realized: the reason I've been confusing the "Recent Journal Entries" column with other things on the side of this site is because it no longer gives the author beneath the post...)
That's okay, I guess. And then I come home, have dinner, then have homework, then like 30 minutes or so before, ideally, bed at like 10, if I'm to get anything like 8 hours, which isn't even the recommended for a teenager.
Isn't that pretty depressing? Fuck, society's worked hard to get all these cool machines and devices to make our lives so much easier. Didn't we used to look forward to the day when we worked 3 hours a day?
And I don't have pretty much any proper leisure from about 6 to 9:30 at night, except for reading a book crammed into the spaces of my day.
(I don't count walking or exercising as proper leisure time. The maintenance of my body should not be a removable item. I prefer to think of exercise as an essential activity, work, that can very easily be fun, and usually I love it, but it is an essential activity in the way leisure like reading a book or playing video games is not. It is non-negotiable.)
And, of course, this is just me being whiny. There's a lot of people that work harder and longer hours and make less money than I do (I make nothing for the ~7 hours a day of school, but I also get to save everything from my ~3 hours of work.) and who don't really have another option.
Why the hell all this work? People didn't use to work this hard. The hunter-gatherers are considered likely to have worked 20 hour workweeks, hunt-gathering and everything else.
It was simply by desiring little that they had little work to do.
But, of course, we're constantly whizzing "forward" in a way they never were. What is forward? What is forward when we work so hard as a society to achieve the future we'll never have time to enjoy?
And what is that future, anyway? Being able to project a TV image the size of a wall? Being able to answer your phone on your watch instead of your real phone? What the fuck?
With this piddle of money I've been making from working, I'm planning to spend it on food and little else, probably while I'm doing the Pacific Crest Trail or something.
But what I've learned from this experience is, I've promised myself, if I'm ever in a job I wouldn't like to do without being paid, and I have no plans for doing anything else in the future, I'll quit and be a bum.
Because I've decided, being in a job like the one I have now, full time, the pay is already small enough that instead of paying for a shitty apartment I could just consume very little and spend all that extra time scrounging the bare minimum while I find the extra meaning in my life, like Chris McCandless from Into the Wild.
Nor do I want to go the road of my parents: my dad is okay with his job, but hates the company bureaucracy he works for. So he works long, long hours, then comes home and drinks, essentially. Usually while watching TV while on his iPad.
So basically his life is hating what he does with most of his day, then coming home and using various aids to zone him out of his own life.
There's something better than this. And I'm willing to do something towards finding it, someday.
Apologies for my exhaustion-addled rambling.