Supervisors

I have heard the phrase, "The Ebb and flow of Time." I think I actually used it once too, in something or other. I understood it to mean the constant, synchronized shifts that occur naturally through time. The progression of time. The slow, onward trudge of time.

But time, at least the increments of, have been manufactured by scientists to put limits on the insubstantial concept of 'time.' They move uniformly through space like invisible supervisors, numbly ticking off the checkmarks on their tidy little clip boards. It is unfeeling and pratical, and always goes by just as we thought it would.

I don't see time like that, though. Perhaps i'm not the only one to notice that when life is good - time is fast. Things are going by lightning fast, whirring in a happy little tornado around you. That is of course, until it stops. You see, when that torrent of happy time supervisors throws their clipboards to the wind and joins you - they loose track of time. So, In the process of picking up the loose, flapping papers, straightening their ties and trying to fill in all the checks they missed - it's only natural that they make some mistakes.

And of course, correcting anything is droll and time consuming. So instead of watching you have a crappy day, they turn their attention to whiting out the incorrect check marks, conversing and comparing observations they may have missed, and changing out of the shirt whose pen exploded in it's little time-supervisor pocket.

Which makes everything crawl by like years for you, because they have to re-align the universe. That sort of thing takes time. But eventually, time will level out again, and those supervisors will tuck in their shirts, and pack their papers and pull out a fresh pen, and everything with return to normal.

Oru

This is a Test - The Oru Give-away!

This is a tip-of-the-hat to my fellow Blogger, the Lovely Lila Inglima of Young, Broke, and Married! She had the splendid idea of doing a Give-Away for her fans, and thus I think I shall do the same! For 3 reasons:

1.) I am curious as to see how many people follow my ramblings, adn I think this is a way to both test that number, and perhaps improve upon it!

2.) I like giving stuff away!

3.) I think celebrating 140 posts is a nice little mile-marker, don't you?

The Give-Away is going to be a Writing Cornucopia; a collection of books, poems, pens, and some writing and creative essentials! Because this is my first go at it, It won't be a big thing, but it will be something fun to receive in the mail, don't you think?

I will also immitate (Becasue that is the greatest form of flattery) Lila's method of entry: Please comment with your name, Your favorite entry, and your e-mail address!

You have until Friday, April 1st at MIDNIGHT to reply.

Sincerely Yours,
Oru!

Tired

I am so tired.

I am tired of owing money for some immaterial experiences. We learn for free every day of our lives. What makes higher education so much more expensive? Is our society just THAT exclusive? Are we trying to hoarde knowledge to ourselves - or to the select few who have the money to buy it? Perhaps not even that, it sounds too dramatic.... I am aware that it costs money to DO ANYTHING here. On Earth. But it boggles me, I don't think I've ever understood the 'why' of all this financial hell we tolerate. Why, if I own a house, do I have to pay for school taxes when I have no children? Why do I have to pay taxes on something that is never going to move? Why do I have to pay extra because I want to eat? Drive? LIVE?

I am tired of my own insignificance. We are each swallowed by the great mass of the whole, the writhing hive of humanity that selfishly takes over every inch of liveable space. The nations that war for the decomposed remains of ancient beasts and the people that breed and breed and breed and breed with no concern for if they can feed their spawn once they are born. The people that once had pride and dignity, honor and loyalty now dwindling to the peasant hoarde that picks off the bones of our self-riteous government. I am tired of having to pretend I give a damn about politics and religion and money and power. Bowing to the whims of those who think they are above me, those to get off on the idea that they can do and will do whatever they damn well please because I am too insignificant to matter, and too small in this pond to effect any real change.

I am tired of having to MAKE-UP my perfect world and fill it with perfect heroes and perfect villains. I am tired of triumphing over imaginary adversity. I am tired of having pride in a pretend character's achievements and adventures because I have none of my own to feel proud of. I am tired of believing that there is a God that loves us all and yet allows us to ruin ourselves. I am tired of taking crap from idiots because they are labeled 'boss'. I am tired of being unable to follow my right to The Pursuit of Happiness because apparently it's not as important as paying the great educational prostitute of the world, that figurative hooker on the corner, marketingh erself as the catch of a lifetime who ends up laughing in the dark at your inadequacy, getting you infected with a rare breed of depression, and then charging you out the ass for services that weren't what you were expecting.

I am tired.

Oru