Brain Splatter

I need to find something to do. I am bored. With life, with the world, with this, with that. I am bored with just the thought of being bored. I am bored with the idea that I am not supposed to be bored.

I hate the fact that I am supposed to do something. I hate that I have to find a purpose to life and then do that. I hate not knowing what I want to do and hate having to know.

They say that birds of a feather flock together. Who the fuck says that I want to go flock with anyone? I am tired of working in a cube with no windows. I am tired of seeing people that I have no urge to see everyday. I am tired of talking to people who I would rather ignore just because they have a stupid job title.

I don't know what I want but I know what I don't want. I don't want to concern myself about brands and networking and marketing. I am tired of hearing buzzwords pushed like they are the mantra of a new religion. I have trouble respecting people who aren't even selling a product but the idea of a product. At least a car salesman sells you the car. What the hell does a marketing consultant sell you? A branding specialist? These are the people who study how people feel about a purchase and they write reports. Almost as bad as lawyers. And you know how I feel about most of them.

I guess if you are comfortable doing that I have no problem with it but I don't know that it is for me. The easy part is know what I don't want to do. The hard part is coming up with something that I would like to do. Something that I can commit to. Something that I have a passion for. Can you make yourself find a passion? What if you don't find that. What if there is nothing that drives you. What do you do then?

The only thing I come up with is forest ranger. Laterzzz...