HumpDay Quickie #41

Posted: October 29, 2014 in Hump-Day Quickies
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Here’s To The Independent

by Bart Van Goethem

‘Winter time? I hate it. And I’ll tell you why. I am a modern man. I decide what I do, when I do it, who I do it with, how long, where and why. Nobody is changing my time, the time I live in. Nobody tells me I have to sleep an hour less and definitely nobody tells me I have to sleep an hour longer.

Of course, I’m not stupid. I realize I can’t change things like these on my own. Because, you know, a revolutionary man in a non-revolutionary world is just an idiot.

But that doesn’t mean I have to go along with everything they’re serving on my plate. That’s why I am going to do the following – just because I can: I am going to sit still and not participate in our fun little world for one hour.

I am going to paint my shoes, my clothes, my hands and my head completely silver and I’m going to pretend I’m one of those street artists, those living statues. And then I’ll just wait. I’ll ignore time for one hour, I’ll let everyone and everything pass me by and with a bit of luck I’ll even get paid for it. Maybe not a lot. But then again, one penny is better no penny, isn’t it?

So here’s to the independent. The obnoxious bastards who don’t just go with the flow because it
happens to go in a particular direction. The raised middlefingers to the powers that be and the sheep that blindly and quietly follow, unaware, God forbid, that they have a choice. In fact, they feel all warm and cozy in their train compartment they call life, looking outside the window, enjoying the view and actually believing they chose the destination they’re heading towards. Thinking can be so exhausting. Let alone draw conclusions and form opinions.

Now, where are my bloody sunglasses? This Indian summer seems to go on forever.’

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