This is adulthood. I am 41 years old.
i wanted to do something totally irresponsible this evening (on a skool night!) so I YOLOed it and took 4 tabs and 2 caps of shrooms because man, I really needed a holiday, even if it’s only for 8 hours.
even if it’s still in my own house even if it’s just to watch these little wisps of smoke escape from the roaring furnace of my head and drift off into the middle distance
please, just leave me alone to write my trashy poetry whilst drugs for 7 hours. I really need this.
I spend most of my waking hours attempting to trick the most abstract of machines into making the most ephemeral of mistakes. I press my own will up against digital steel until I bleed from it. And I do this over and over and over, trying, testing, tweaking, twisting the permutations. .. I do this until either the machine breaks or I do. overall, hacking is the ability to persist well past the point of constant failure until you careen in one crystalline moment of perfect realisation into this fleeting instant of success.
and oh man, when you do beat it... honestly the rush is better than heroin. I say that straight-faced as an ex-opiate addict. no exaggeration. you get completely hooked to the little flashes of your own brilliance.... flashes of brilliance that come at the distinct cost of banging your head up against a heavily reinforced door for so long you actually got to get kind of good at doing it.
but god, I cannot think like this all the time. I need to feel human again, so help me.
so i’m two hours into the trip and i’m deep in the grip of it, and the client messages about can I send him XYZ and it’s 8.30 in the evening
and no.
no i can not fucking do it.
I’m am struggling to hold together an engagement that feels like its begin to collapse under its own weight: over-promised, under-resourced, I am feeling the intense corporate crunch of being trapped between two vast tectonic plates that are slowly grinding me into a fine undifferentiated dust
no i can not.
if I am honest with myself
i can not fucking do any of it any more.
maybe, just maybe, there is still some shit I will not eat.
some hollow rattle of a soul kicking around in this old tin can
just so were clear here I am a highly paid consultant currently in the employ of globally ranked top ten consulting firm (I’ll let you guess which one)
and this is my life now. I’m just one slim business card away from becoming patrick bateman.
but tonight i will take some more valiums and try to go sleep and tomorrow I will wake up and hope I’m not still tripping and I guess then I will inevitably have to pay the piper but I am long gone beyond the point of any caring
I am so... so burnt out.
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alarm set for 4 hours 26 minutes .... .hahahahahahah. then straight into a meeting with the client where we can explain away our failures in terms entirely other than simply not having enough time or enough people to meet the impossibly unrealistic set by our sales staff.
can’t wait to see the hand waving on this one















