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GermanPotatoSoup wrote:
hell is here wrote:Marriage
3 kids
Steady 9-5 job
House in suburbs
Have to agree, a life of complete and total lameness. A neutered existence.
A big night eating out is dinner at Chillies.
You save up so you can take a "fantasy vacation" at... Disney.
Shoot. Me. In. The. Face.
So you have a 9-5 job--fine, maybe it's not exciting work, not your dream job, but why would you expect not to work (i.e. suck it up and do something you don't necessarily enjoy) for a living? People used to persistence hunt. People used to work unholy under miserable conditions hours in factories and fields (still do, elsewhere). You didn't come by existence with the promise that everything would be fun and easy and free. Going forward, your 9-5 type job doesn't have to define your existence! You do what you have to do, and spend the rest of the time being a complete human being. You can still run 100 miles/week, take drugs, party, engage in kinky sex, whatever you may like. A "wife and 3 kids" shouldn't be these faceless burdens. There's such a thing as love.
So say you have a 9-5, a wife, kids, and a home in a pleasant, logical location.
You don't have to go to Chili's! Go to the run-down but delicious Mexican joint that serves something unusual. You don't have to vacation at Disney--camp in a tent at a national park, go to a big city, whatever.
I liked Charles Bukowski when I was 17 but I'm 21 now--you start to grow up and get over yourself.