Today I feel blue, and when a blueman says he feels blue, something's amiss like a white man saying he feels white. I'm not in the mood to blame Angie's cake today. I'm not in the mood to crack a joke at my own expense. I'm not in the mood to forget about taking the world seriously. Something's amiss and it might just be me. There's a time for work and a time for play….. Ain't that the truth.
Let's start with play. Most of you know me as someone who is playful, a virtual someone somewhere on this Earth who doesn't even have to try to be funny. Blue cakes haha. But the truth is, being funny is hard work when you use it as a shield to hide your tears. When your inner-voice keeps telling you that ultimately nothing really matters, you might as well try and have a bit of fun while the meter's running. But knowing — or believing — that nothing really matters makes it hard to have fun. Ah….. a dilemma. The way I see it there's too much hardship in the world to take anything or anyone seriously. I have to joke about it. There's too much wheeling and dealing and fuck you I'm taking this from you because I've decided I'm entitled to whatever you think you own. I'm taking your seat. I'm taking your right to live. Without my jokes, I wouldn't be able to move. For I'm not blind to the world, you see. I wish I were. I'm not blind to all the things Michael Jackson could've sung about and make 50% of the population puke in the process. (No, not me.)
Now here's the problem. As a university teacher, an educator, a trainer, a professor, it is my job to instill a thing or two in my students' long term memory, and those things had better be useful and serious. Students needs serious things, you see. Beer and serious stuff. Knowledge. Information. They are brainwashed into believing they have to take the world seriously. They think they know what a politician's priority list looks like and expect to find their own names at the very top of it. I don't. They take themselves seriously. I don't. A career! A career! Being outstanding is key! I don't think that's necessarily true. I can barely restrain myself from telling them to take a good look in the mirror and laugh so hard they'd end up thinking life's but a joke. I know that wouldn't be fair so I never do. I'm a professional. I need to remember there's a time for work and a time for play. But not a day goes by when I'm not fighting the need to either cry or laugh out loud. Bring the curtain down. Everything is not what it seems. The world is Oz. The world is Oz.
Strangely enough, I'm very good at what I do, but somehow I wouldn't be able to do it without the never ending urge to play and relativize. In every real man a child is hidden that wants to play. I don't remember who said that, and I'm not in the mood to consult Ms. Mighty Fine Google. I think it was Nietzsche. Don't you just hate it when people quote smart folks to sound impressive?
I work to play
I play to work
Do those words mean anything to you?
|"Where's the Wizard?"|
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