Did you know that:
... a person is far, far more than the sum of his or her ability to produce consumable products for other people who don't need them? (First, though, one must to realize as much)!
... a person is far, far more than the sum of his or her ability to produce consumable products for other people who don't need them? (First, though, one must to realize as much)!
Why the hell would I WANT to pretend there's such a thing as a "dream
job?" Stop asking me what my "dream job" is, robots! I realize that most
of you have become accustomed to rigid routines of beep-beeping and
have even trained yourselves to assign arbitrary values to specific configurations
of beeps you encounter along the way - but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed
to be a human being, and I'd rather not trade more of that away than I
have to. I'm certainly not willing to pretend that I fantasize about any
particularly-glorified idea of slavery. No human being in its natural
environment would either have or need a dream job - or any job at all
beyond finding food, evading predators and surviving the elements for
that matter. I have all of those things in plenty, so what exactly is
there to gain by giving away far more of my time, energy, happiness,
personal and objective growth... for different, but no more functional,
versions of those same things? — Nothing of importance, at all!
If it's not intrinsic, it's superfluous - and if it's superfluous, I'd
have to think of a damned good reason for wasting a chunk of my life on
it. My "dream job," thus, is whichever job has the least impact on my
actual *life* - i.e. whichever job is the least "job" and the most
"anything else." The colloquial definition of "working" doesn't even
satisfy the eligibility requirements for qualification as an allowable
ingredient in the fundamental idea of "living." The two are mutually
exclusive!
I didn't *pick* what I love to do from a list; I invented it from scratch as I grew. I'm a professional "myself," and you couldn't pay me *any* amount of money to be anything else. Once I've got a roof over my head and food in my belly, there is literally nothing else in the world that is truly worth the cost of even the slightest amount of my humanity.
Having to endure the constant "beep, beep" is compromise enough!
I didn't *pick* what I love to do from a list; I invented it from scratch as I grew. I'm a professional "myself," and you couldn't pay me *any* amount of money to be anything else. Once I've got a roof over my head and food in my belly, there is literally nothing else in the world that is truly worth the cost of even the slightest amount of my humanity.
Having to endure the constant "beep, beep" is compromise enough!
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