Never mind the bollocks
What a little dose of punk rock won't do.
After slaving away the latter half of Sunday trying desperately to meet deadlines while listening to the wails of Stiff Little Fingers, the Clash, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The exploited, and the Descendants, I realized I was guilty of a bit of overcommitting and not really taking advantage of my unique situation. My time is being wasted shuttling between the big fish and the small fry, and often it is my indecision that allows both to escape. And man, I am grinding long hours for peanuts. It's not normal, and it may not be right.
Along with indecision, I have laid a number of notable distractions before me. These should be minor annoyances that a simple flick of the neck or the click of a red button should address, but I chose to linger in flights of fantasy by being accommodating. No problem with that, but it often leads me to reshape my schedule and my focus.. bad move.
Whether in business or in real life, I realized I have something I haven't used for a bit...
I have the right of refusal.
I can say no. I can choose to think of something else. Abort, Retry, or Ignore.
With this right comes the discipline of letting go. Past things will always come to haunt me if I hang on long enough. If it's gone, it's gone. And nothing, not even a comeback, can bring it all back. Look forward to the day when I wake up in the morning and put on my goggles and go snorkeling again.
So what has punk have to do with it? Dunno, but listening to punk reminded me of their against-the-establishment rebellion. Their distaste for anything corporate, their willingness to sacrifice commercial viability for the chance for true expression.
I used to love writing for the hell of it, but lately I find it myself a communications whore that will write about just anything for a mediocre rate. I find it painful to lift my fingers into the keyboard and just type in the name of money.
Having said that,I am trying to rediscover the joy I find in coming up with the exact words that I wanted. There should be no compromise - whether in word count or convention or syntax or semantics.
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Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well and I can see
there's something wrong with you
but what do you expect me to do?.
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no-one
you get your body in suspension
That's no problem
problems, problems
the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
(what you gonna do problem)
Eat your heart out on plastic tray
you don't do what you want
then you'll fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
it's too mush fun a-being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
you won't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated
In a death trip I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't you give me any orders
for people like me there is no order.
Set you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Set you thought
you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem
Oh what you gonna do with your problem I'll
leave it to you problem the problem is you.
You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor gonna fake you away
they take you away and throw away the key
they don't want you and they don't want me
you got a problem the problem is you
- The Sex Pistols, "Problems"
After slaving away the latter half of Sunday trying desperately to meet deadlines while listening to the wails of Stiff Little Fingers, the Clash, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The exploited, and the Descendants, I realized I was guilty of a bit of overcommitting and not really taking advantage of my unique situation. My time is being wasted shuttling between the big fish and the small fry, and often it is my indecision that allows both to escape. And man, I am grinding long hours for peanuts. It's not normal, and it may not be right.
Along with indecision, I have laid a number of notable distractions before me. These should be minor annoyances that a simple flick of the neck or the click of a red button should address, but I chose to linger in flights of fantasy by being accommodating. No problem with that, but it often leads me to reshape my schedule and my focus.. bad move.
Whether in business or in real life, I realized I have something I haven't used for a bit...
I have the right of refusal.
I can say no. I can choose to think of something else. Abort, Retry, or Ignore.
With this right comes the discipline of letting go. Past things will always come to haunt me if I hang on long enough. If it's gone, it's gone. And nothing, not even a comeback, can bring it all back. Look forward to the day when I wake up in the morning and put on my goggles and go snorkeling again.
So what has punk have to do with it? Dunno, but listening to punk reminded me of their against-the-establishment rebellion. Their distaste for anything corporate, their willingness to sacrifice commercial viability for the chance for true expression.
I used to love writing for the hell of it, but lately I find it myself a communications whore that will write about just anything for a mediocre rate. I find it painful to lift my fingers into the keyboard and just type in the name of money.
Having said that,I am trying to rediscover the joy I find in coming up with the exact words that I wanted. There should be no compromise - whether in word count or convention or syntax or semantics.
----
Too many problems oh why am I here
I don't need to be me
'cos you're all too clear
well and I can see
there's something wrong with you
but what do you expect me to do?.
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
don't come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely you got no-one
you get your body in suspension
That's no problem
problems, problems
the problem is you
what you gonna do with your problem
(what you gonna do problem)
Eat your heart out on plastic tray
you don't do what you want
then you'll fade away
You won't find me working nine to five
it's too mush fun a-being alive
I'm using my feet for my human machine
you won't find me living for the screen
Are you lonely all needs catered
you got your brains dehydrated
In a death trip I ain't automatic
You won't find me just staying static
Don't you give me any orders
for people like me there is no order.
Set you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Set you thought
you'd solved all your problems
but you are the problem
Oh what you gonna do with your problem I'll
leave it to you problem the problem is you.
You got a problem Oh what you gonna do
they know a doctor gonna fake you away
they take you away and throw away the key
they don't want you and they don't want me
you got a problem the problem is you
- The Sex Pistols, "Problems"
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