I thought about my future recently and it upset me a little. Well no, that’s an understatement – the actual fact is it depressed me so much it actually gave me energy. You see, before I had bothered to ponder the next few steps I was seriously conked out…and despite it being only 7:30pm I was considering calling it a night.
But then…the thoughts came along like a gang of high-school bullies – kicking over inanimate structures in my head as they laughed, jeered, and sneered – effectively taking it in turns to shove my head down the toilet. The toilet being the peripheral glimpse into my future by way of uninspiring internet job searches…
Trawling the internet for something, anything. But nothing.
I want to run away. Check out of this society we live in. Actually I would love to just live in a small wooden hut in the middle of a wood somewhere…France, Hungary, Fiji…it doesn’t really matter. I would live off the land, and people could visit me when they were stressed out from their high-powered and over-worked jobs. I’d brew my own beer, and be friends with the woodland critters. I wouldn’t have any need for modern appliances, or modern functions. I’d become a skilled craftsman, and if you were in the area you may hear me strumming away on a lute and singing a folk tune of my own making. It would be splendid, at one with nature – not at odds with it.
I’d also have really fast Wi-Fi.