Going over old ground
A Christmas card was just placed on my desk, courtesy of the obese woman who works round the corner. It is my first of the year and, sadly, won't be my last. She even said 'I've done all mine already', as if to gloat, assuming that everyone has to write out 20-odd cards. I don't and I won't.
I don't like cards. Not just christmas cards - cards in general seem an awful waste to me, most of the time. Not all cards - there is a place for some - like birthday cards from distant relatives that contain a small note about how they're doing. Or maybe a get well card for the person from the office who's been off for the last year with some unknown disease. It must be quite depressing sitting at home, barely able to get out of bed, not knowing when, or if, you will get better. A card for them must be quite nice, perhaps even bring a smile to their face.
What I don't like is cards for the sake of cards, cards because 'that's when you give a card'. Moving into a new house, getting a new job. Bollocks - that's just life. Things change, shit happens, you don't need to go buying fucking cards just because Clintons say you have to. Same principle with the Christmas bollocks - waste of money and trees.
You may remember, however, that I wrote about cards this time last year, hence the title of this post. It made me realise that I've been doing this blog for just over a year now and, in a way, it's come full circle. I thought about writing it off as 'a year of hating', with the thought that another year won't produce anything hugely different. That may well be the case. I'm undecided as to whether I will continue to vent on here or not. Things are changing though. This time next year I won't be working in an office, getting Christmas cards. After five years of doing so, I'm not going to spend the next year sitting at a desk wondering what sort of life this is, how I ended up here, where I want to be going, what I want to do. I'm giving this shit up because I'm bored of it, because it's too easy and, mainly, because I can't do this for the rest of my life. It would kill me, one way or another. So I'm getting out. I'm going on an adventure. If I find something to hate, I'll be back.
I don't like cards. Not just christmas cards - cards in general seem an awful waste to me, most of the time. Not all cards - there is a place for some - like birthday cards from distant relatives that contain a small note about how they're doing. Or maybe a get well card for the person from the office who's been off for the last year with some unknown disease. It must be quite depressing sitting at home, barely able to get out of bed, not knowing when, or if, you will get better. A card for them must be quite nice, perhaps even bring a smile to their face.
What I don't like is cards for the sake of cards, cards because 'that's when you give a card'. Moving into a new house, getting a new job. Bollocks - that's just life. Things change, shit happens, you don't need to go buying fucking cards just because Clintons say you have to. Same principle with the Christmas bollocks - waste of money and trees.
You may remember, however, that I wrote about cards this time last year, hence the title of this post. It made me realise that I've been doing this blog for just over a year now and, in a way, it's come full circle. I thought about writing it off as 'a year of hating', with the thought that another year won't produce anything hugely different. That may well be the case. I'm undecided as to whether I will continue to vent on here or not. Things are changing though. This time next year I won't be working in an office, getting Christmas cards. After five years of doing so, I'm not going to spend the next year sitting at a desk wondering what sort of life this is, how I ended up here, where I want to be going, what I want to do. I'm giving this shit up because I'm bored of it, because it's too easy and, mainly, because I can't do this for the rest of my life. It would kill me, one way or another. So I'm getting out. I'm going on an adventure. If I find something to hate, I'll be back.
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