Tomorrow I'm looking at some apartments for rent. I want to see what I can get for the money that I'm willing to spend in SoHo. I like that area a lot, but right off the bat it looks like the sort of place where I'd like to live is way out of my price range. Who knows though, I may get lucky? I'm no obligated to leave my apartment - but I have to decide whether I'm going to renew my lease by around April 1, so I want to have a good idea of what else is out there before I commit to living somewhere else. I do sort of miss living by myself, certain aspects of it anyway. My roommates are great, but sharing a place can be a bit of drag at times. I don't know, we'll see.
I've been sort of stuck in existential despair the last day or two. I feel like I look around New York city and all I see are people who are obsessed with getting rich or famous or both. And to what end? So they can buy things they don't need? So they can be adored by people they'll never know? It sometimes seems like everyone is so caught up in the idea that we have to work hard and keep our noses to the grindstone all the time that we never really take the chance to sit back and wonder "Why?" That's a dangerous question - civilizations have fallen for lesser reasons than people wondering why it is they're doing what they've been doing.
"Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things -- bread and circuses." - Iuvenalis Saturae ca. 60AD
I feel like everyone has become so easily distracted that they sit down at 20 years old in front of that high-definition plasma screen TV, and get up 50 years later, all of the revolution sucked out of them. I mean, look at me - the first thing I felt like writing about was how I want to spend more money than I can afford to live in a "trendy" neighborhood. Is it wrong to believe that there may be something more to life than working every day, in the eventual hope of having kids so that I can provide for them - so that they can work every day and do the same? Part of me wants to blow up the offices of Clear Channel and the Time Warner building to wake people up, and the other part justifies people's lifestyles by saying that they're free to do what they want - and that's what they're doing.
Or maybe I should just get more sleep, and get laid or something.
I've been sort of stuck in existential despair the last day or two. I feel like I look around New York city and all I see are people who are obsessed with getting rich or famous or both. And to what end? So they can buy things they don't need? So they can be adored by people they'll never know? It sometimes seems like everyone is so caught up in the idea that we have to work hard and keep our noses to the grindstone all the time that we never really take the chance to sit back and wonder "Why?" That's a dangerous question - civilizations have fallen for lesser reasons than people wondering why it is they're doing what they've been doing.
"Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things -- bread and circuses." - Iuvenalis Saturae ca. 60AD
I feel like everyone has become so easily distracted that they sit down at 20 years old in front of that high-definition plasma screen TV, and get up 50 years later, all of the revolution sucked out of them. I mean, look at me - the first thing I felt like writing about was how I want to spend more money than I can afford to live in a "trendy" neighborhood. Is it wrong to believe that there may be something more to life than working every day, in the eventual hope of having kids so that I can provide for them - so that they can work every day and do the same? Part of me wants to blow up the offices of Clear Channel and the Time Warner building to wake people up, and the other part justifies people's lifestyles by saying that they're free to do what they want - and that's what they're doing.
Or maybe I should just get more sleep, and get laid or something.
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mm.. guess i was sucked in too