Two-o’clock Meeting

Stressed? Life and death anxiety conjured from a scheduled meeting at 2PM with human resources telling you that you are ‘not hitting the bar’. The bar hits you, and suddenly we enshroud ourselves with the greatest self importance, that somehow, our existence is nothing but despair and crazed cynicism. We have a zero tolerance for failure. We must be perfect.

It is known that despite there being billions upon billions of microcosms and organisms in the world, not one fuck is given about them on a regular basis. Why? Because we have that 2 o’clock meeting, loser. Nothing is important when you’re stressed and in a rush, except for your destination and not screwing up in the process. Failure means immediate disqualification. These organisms and atoms create an entire universe, our entire cosmic realm, yet we pay them no attention, and they just exists, performing their everyday tasks and what it is that they are required to do in their terminal existence. Then why the fuck are we so important? Why is it, that human beings, the most dangerous species in the world, has been given self awareness, insecurity and self superiority, enabling our minds to think that we can only ever create, reproduce and do it even better so that we can make ‘progress’ and ‘advance’ the human race? What have we got to show for it?

We have created automobiles, things which make US move faster. TV! Things that make us sit still, for hours! Cures for diseases, things which keep you alive, so you can move, sit still, spend money and make that 2 o’clock meeting you dumb-arse!

It all seems very trivial? Cynical as it is, I believe that our existence is more than creating a world of ‘progress’, I believe our existence is purely based on social interaction and satisfying our basic needs. We have become so focused on looking the best, being the best, getting a degree, getting a job, surviving Tony Abbott, and making sure that our kids can do everything that we just did! That is 90% of our life’s content. I live for the 10%.. the sitting on the train tracks at 3am with a friend, polishing off a bottle of whiskey when we were 17 and looking at all the street art. I live for the culmination of youth to fight for what is right, and to truly exist together in free flowing thought and conduct. I live for the binding connection between all of us, as human beings, that breaks the monotony of daily life. Conversation and interaction is the biggest prevention of mass suicide, and literally, makes life worth living.

So, why is that 2 o’clock meeting the end of the world?..