Why I am a bad role model
February 21, 2006: 8:50 PM

Can I tell you something?

I hate getting things done on time.

I hate the feeling of relief that you get when you know everything's going to go juuuuuust right.

I hate knowing that I'm going to be absolutely okay. That there's no chance of any kind of fuckup, because everything is so routine and I know how it's going to play out and yada yada yada.

I hate it because I hate the thought of being boring. I don't ever feel comfortable unless there's some kind of suspense in my life, even though it sometimes gives me headaches and tummy aches and stresses me out so that I lose hair on my pillow when I wake up.

But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Think about it: what would the opposite of all this be? Never stressing out about anything? Having all my work done on time, not having any car troubles ever? Waking up in the morning with my wardrobe already picked out and ironed, my shoes shined?

Forget about it.

Forget about it because I'm not studying to be a fucking airforce pilot. I can't draw excitement from my education.

Forget about it because I'm not employed as a superhero. I can't garner any suspense from my dayjob.

Forget about it because, let's face it. Even my blog isn't all that exciting. Insightful, maybe. Culturally revealing, sure. Depends if you're feeling generous. Exciting, nah.

I wouldn't say that.

What are the implications of this newfangled anti-boredom on my future? Am I doomed to live a life of a data-input clerk, or will I be drawn toward a life of excitement - probably crime? I could really go for knocking off banks. For the exictement.

And, you know, the money. Can't go wrong with cash.

Thanks for the comments: Don, Sean, Babs, Christian Montoya.

PS: I'm back to blogging about web trends at fadtastic again after a bit of a hiatus. Flash is Dead! Long live Flash! is the latest.

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