I’ve been wearing some ‘city camo’ today in an attempt to pass myself off as one of the migrating herds of worker ants that make their way from the dormitory suburbs into the city each morning. I managed to escape the true horror of it all my riding in on my scooter instead of taking the train, but the city is a horrid experience. The whole self-perpetuating madness of it all really struck me, as I watched people try to alleviate the pain of the exercise by drinking £4 ($8!!) cups of frothy coffee which they will later pay to sweat off in the gym. Madness!!
I’ve worked with most of the guys I’ve joined before, so we spent a while chewing over the industry gossip and re-telling war stories for the benefit of the new guys. Well OK, we retold them for our own benefit and the new people got to listen.
On they way back home I reminded myself that I wasn’t immune to the insanity either, as I started to think of all the new stuff I would buy to convince myself that I really am an outdoorsman and hunter rather than another termite working to build the mound.
I owe I owe its off to work I go, I owe I owe it’s off to work I go……..
Bushwacker
6 comments:
I hear you SB! Trust me... I hear you.
Funny how if you tell some of the other 'ants' that you go out on the weekends and play in the woods when it's -10C, they think WE are the ones that are insane...
Decado
Fellows,
Its not so much that we must work, rather its the inescapability of it that drives us to madness.
I spend the better part of the day driving from one construction (destruction?) site to another, and I can't tell you the number of times I have seen something wild that called to me.
I suppose we make our own beds...
Regards,
Albert A Rasch
The Hunt Continues...
Firstly, great blog. Informative, provocative and witty.
The ants are revolting, must be all that emotional formic acid we produce as a by-product to fill the void in our souls. Instead lets start to question the myth that "Time is Money", it isn't, time is life and life is one. Keep up the good work.
Sigh...Contemporary Bushwackers, trying to get back to who we were made to be!
I guess that's what weekends and vacations are for. Can you imagine life without them!?!
Sometimes work is the necessary evil, a means to an end...work to live, not live to work.
Scooters are great, I really miss mine, but still borrow my girlfriends when I can.
hiya surburbanbushwacker cheers for the comments and hopfelly yours will get better. and hope all is well
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