There's No Such Thing as a "Free Time"

Oh, where does the time go? I'm not entirely certain, but I just know time management of any kind is really hard. Here I am, in the middle of the day, entirely unable to focus on what I know I'm supposed to be doing.

Anyone who knows my current situation understands that I technically have a lot of free time. I have neither a job nor school to worry about, and it turns out that without responsibilities like that, the day is actually quite a bit longer than you might think. Unfortunately, with that free time comes the necessity of using it to look for a job so that you won't have that same free time anymore. Kind of a Catch-22, I know, but it's how the rules of the planet seem to work. Like that Eskimo parable wherein the man made a discovery when he tried to bring the bonfire with him while he fished, you can't have your kayak and heat it, too. Or something to that effect. Either way, this is my situation. I have several projects I would like to work on (a comic, a novel, training myself to hone my human echo location abilities to become a non blind Daredevil). All these things require time and effort, and while I always have a ready supply of effort, and currently have a surplus of time, every ounce of publicly taught common sense tells me that spending this free time on something as trivial as projects I want to do is a bad idea, so when I do spend the days working on something like that, I always have this sickening level of dread that by using the time "selfishly", I'm missing out on some grand opportunity to better myself, get a job, get rich, and eventually retire. Because of my taking time off and working on something I'm vaguely interested in, I am dooming all of my descendents to a life of perpetual poverty and probably slavery when in the near future this legendary, lower-class-hating figure some people refer to as "the Obama" descends from his throne in the lofty, celestial heavens at the end of every 500 years to inevitably enslave the poorest in society and make them serve the higher and more prosperous. In this mythological future society that they speak of on that wisest and most reliable of news outlets (Fox), I want my kids to be the oppressors who violently exploit the slave class, not the other way around, and it appears the only way I can ensure this will happen is to give up my dreams and aspirations, and trudge my way into the job market, or something similar to it.

Then again, as I have learned over the last week or two spent actively job hunting and taking the occasional odd jobs at barely humane levels of pay (Grandma, that Batman painting I did was worth way more than $20) is that I, like most of America, hate working. There is a reason they call it "funemployment", after all, because while you may be dirt poor, eating out of garbage cans, and begging for enough cash to spend on the rent for your cardboard box, you don't have to deal with paper jams, carpal tunnel syndrome, or office politics. And boy, I hate that office politics. My sister has a job, and you know what she gets out of it? Spending money and canker sores, that's what! I don't have a job, and you know what I get out of it? Nothing! That's right, and like they say, no thing is good thing, am I right? Well, no, but that's beside the point. I may not have my job, but I have my dignity (until the guy at the Pawn Shop can give me a good price for it). And I plan on keeping it that way. I'll take this free time, and I'll do something great with it, like pen a beautiful novel to be remembered for centuries, or illustrate a glorious web comic that brings joy and enlightenment to the internet, or compose a tear jerking symphony that brings man and beast together in peace to the glorious sounds of music. But wait, I can't do any of those things, not without some form of supplies. And to get the supplies I need money, and to get the money, I need a job, and to get a job, I must sacrifice my free time. Oh crap, I'm back to square one.

Hmm... I need to think about this. While I contemplate how to deal with this issue, I'm going to go ahead and play some video games. Animal Crossing will get these mind grapes going for the next few hours...

Introductions

Hello, and good evening. You don't know me, but I like to write things. I'd like to start by saying what I typically write about, but let's face it, there is no typical thing I write about. If I'm going to write about something, the basic rule is that it's odd enough to stand out from the rest of the things floating around in my head. I've written about sirens on motorcycles, I've written about Willaim Shakespeare in High School, one time I rewrote Pride and Prejudice with nanobots (and I did it before there were zombies). The inspiration for things I write about is also just as varied, and makes even less sense (although it often has some subconsious reflection on Don Quixote, which you might have noticed from my blog title if you watched as much Wishbone as I did growing up). I've gotten ideas from things like graffiti, to grocery store visits, to the prospect of training attack rats to jump off the brim of my hat. I am completely serious here.

The point is I like to write, and I like to write about lots of different, and often strange, things. I've written dramatically and comedically (between you and me, I prefer the comedic, though my best is probably somewhere in between.) Now I've been looking around for a while, and I've noticed that there are some very interesting people, with very interesting things to say, and that some of these people express these things in blogs. And a couple years now of admiring the things other people said, I suddenly thought to myself, "Hey, I think I'm interesting. And I think the things I say are interesting. So what should I do?" And after scratching out the idea of training an army of psychic apes, I decided to start a blog.

So, here we are. Blog time. I'm not always going to be entirely sure what to say here, but I generally am able to come up with something to say, albiet at last minute some times. If I can say so myself, they're usually pretty good. Like this one. This here is pretty good, although not as good as what I'm going to write. What I'm going to write is going to be so great, you won't be able to believe it. Just wait. You'll see. You'll all see.