Distracting Hum (605 hits)
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Submitted by The Yellow Dart (View user info) at 2006-06-27 21:40:39 EDT
The day has gone on and on without a single hint that it might stop. I see from my window that it's raining outside; a warm rain on a summer's day. Lonely, I have nothing better to do than watch a couple strolling through it and out of sight. My eyes trail up towards the clouds: daydreaming again.
It's noble to lay down your life for the good of your country but not for the good of yourself. Proper people live life the way it was meant to be lived: silently on a bus. We're traveling people because there still aren't enough of us to cover the ground entirely. We'll get there though; soon enough. Then we can all cheer as we become the new terrain to be trod upon. The more the merrier; has got to be the worst saying I've ever heard.
The phone rings, snapping my eyes to it. I give it a long, cold stare, which reminds me that I still have some leftovers in the fridge. Ignoring it, I make my way into the kitchen and start digging into the noodles.
There are few things in life more enjoyable than stuffing one's face. We all eat to stay alive, we make food and sell it so we can buy food, and we even get poor hungry people to harvest food and then take it from them so we can have food. It certainly is a matter of life and death here. When life comes out of a set of swinging doors, carried by a smiling server, doused in a succulent sauce that lures the senses, who the hell would choose not to live? Orgasms and taste buds are reason enough to live.
After letting out a loud belch I glance down at my chewed up fingernails. I immediately imagine a missed spot and have at it.
I don't believe: that I'm plugged in properly here; that there's more than the popping sound of a toaster that manages to scare the living hell back into me on a daily basis to this life; that I'll get another shot at being nothing.
It's not that hard to do, really. The trick is to blend in with everyone and everything so no one takes notice. I'm only afraid that if I do something, someone will notice. If I stand wrong in line, if I try suspiciously hard at something, if I do anything different; it's hard sometimes, they do a lot of things wrong.
Satisfied with my handy work, I need another distraction. A quick fix to kill some time. Forgive me Father, I cannot do this for 50 more years.
Another award ceremony shines on the television; another radio personality blows his own whistle to the chime of his vocal chords. The newspapers and magazines are half and half, content and converts, but I can only stomach 1%. Every book's been read twice.
It's the rumbling of boiling water that stands out from the mess I've made around the place. The television, radio, words, all blend together into nothing important; but the boiling water is beautiful, roaring above the hum.
You try making toast without a working plug. No matter how times you try to set in and allow the glow to harden your line of thinking, it just won't. All I hear from them is a comforting hum, but it doesn't work on me.
We need to be distracted. What else is it all for? How else could you get through the day? It's easy when the weather or birds or Suzanne's marriage really interests you enough to focus that grey matter in your skull on. What do you do when everything comes up empty and unimportant? Listen to the comforting cries to come back down and not worry; it's not so bad. More humming; only now it's got a sharper tone to it. Don't ruin it for everyone else. Blend into nothing.
A single beam of the evening sun slips through and lights up a patch of trees. It really is more beautiful on the other side of the chicken wire. Buildings and signs don't glow like a tree; they just get in the way like the people that made them. If you keep asking "why", like an annoying child to the common busy business mind, you'll eventually come to: "to allow growth", which, unfortunately, ends the questioning period, as there's no answer to the "why" that follows.
Children are always learning, but a good headache puts an end to that problem quite easily. They ask a daunting question that you yourself have yet to determine a set answer to. You respond with broccoli. Eat your broccoli. You know your broccoli.
Distract yourself to get by. "Get by" life, that is. It all makes sense when the studio audience on your favourite sitcom bellows in laughter at a quip about mustard. You'd sip your beer and take a break from the hard work chuckling while the commercials keep you up to date on what is most important. The day a commercial simply states: "you're going to die soon, drink Sprite" is when we'll finally lose any grasp on actuality.
I've done this before. This day will never end for me. Each is composed of the same monotonous irritation about the constant humming around me. Life is repetitive; every distraction trying to out-do the others.
These words are my distraction. They'll get it over with quicker, or at least until I decide to figure out how to get rid of that humming around me. One has to get through life; why? Who cares, you're missing your program.
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Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2006-09-18 12:56:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
You know... I kinda hate it when someone writes what I want to say and they do it so much better than I ever would.
+2 LIVE!
Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2006-07-23 21:20:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So what you're saying is that life is a series of meaningless distractions, and then you die?
That's kinda depressing....and true
Submitted by ruthless (user info) at 2006-07-23 20:54:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What do you do when everything comes up empty and unimportant?
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How do you fit in when you have nothing to say to anyone and what they say evokes no reaction from you?
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-07-17 15:29:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by the_lone_stranger (user info) at 2006-06-27 23:00:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF I'M NOT READING ALL THAT!
that's why i don't own a tv. doesn't really matter, cuz now all i do is work and play disc golf.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-06-27 22:23:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What a wonderful little picture!!!
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2006-06-27 22:14:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good stuff
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2006-06-27 21:43:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Phew for a moment there i thought that cat was playing with its own nipples