Ground Bogo

The end of the world as I know it

A lot of people come to me and ask me what I do and why I do it. The first answer usually takes between 2 and 20 minutes depending on a few factors: how bored I am, how much do I actually give a shit about the person that asked, how much the person that asks is into the type of bullshit that I do, how many drinks I’ve had in the past couple of hours…you know, the usual. While this answer seems overly difficult and/or complicated to provide at times, it is still better than the second answer, which is practically non-existent or incredibly vague at most. I do what I do for many reasons, but most of them are pure crap-juggling, and the only 100% truth out there (sorry for the lame reference, I’m in the process of watching The X Files at the moment) is that this is just the way things happened.

By all means, I enjoy what I do, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a bum deal. When I was young and stupid I thought that I would go to uni and bust my ass off there so that after that I can have a job where I’ll bust my ass less to get more. Now that I’m older and even dumber and I actually have some real contacts in the field I know that I am busting my ass now so that I can bust my ass even more after to get less (I’m talking about hard currency here, no stupid symbolic crap). At this point please refer to the initial sentence of this beautifully-structured paragraph. Now, I know what people are already thinking, but as I said, I do enjoy the shit out of my shit, so I’m not complaining. This inevitably leads to the suggestion that this wall of text has not provided a valid point yet. Read on, and you shall get there, because almost all roads lead to Rome…

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