There is no particular thing I want to talk about in this post. I just didn't feel like going to my first class so I am stuck on campus for about an hour till my last one starts and writing in this kinda helps me remain sane and it should probably kill a lot of time.
I had a pretty bitchin' weekend last week. Nick, Mike, Jon and myself took a drive up to Connecticut to go to the birth place of the modern Hamburger. That then turned into food tour. We wound up going to one of the oldest pizzerias in America, Frank Pepe's, and then finished up at Katz Deli. We were the definition of gluttons.
Aside from the food being awesome, I think the trip itself was really therapeutic. I kind of just needed to do something for the sake of doing it. Just driving up and laughing the whole time, it kind of made me more human.
Recently I have been thinking more and more about becoming a proactive member of society. If you have ever read this blog, I don't need to tell you that I am not excited in the slightest about becoming an "adult".
I took a step back and looked at my life, and the lives of others, and the way we all were raised, and the way we will probably raise younger generations eventually.
The way I see things is a little scary and depressing. But I feel like we are all almost like machines. From 5 years old(sometimes younger) we are thrown onto a conveyor-belt and just passed down the assembly line of educational grades. You start at Kindergarden and then are passed down to first, second, third, fourth grade and so on. Each year teacher after teacher is adding onto the machine. Finally you make it to middle school, then high school, then college. All of them doing the same thing, building a machine to be used in the work force. Passing tests all along the way to make sure we are up to par with factory standards. And if we aren't, we get sent back to repeat the most recent failed process, so that way maybe we can continue on the assembly line near flawlessly and emerge a well oiled machine, eager and ready to perform menial and degrading tasks for George Jetson, the new CEO of some big future company, for a wage that I would argue is way less than our lives are worth. Eventually, Mr. Jetson will dispose of us when the fresh new batch of robots come in from graduate school, fully equipped with everything we were and all the things we weren't discovered or invented when we were being assembled, making us obsolete, just like you iphone 4 will be when the iphone 5 comes out.
Thinking like that makes me super depressed, but I can't help it.
Thats why that trip with the guys was so important to me. We had no reason to go other than that we wanted to, just like this post. And its these small things that make me feel less like a machine, and more like a human.
I think it is really time to start rethinking our values. It is time for a revolution. We owe it to ourselves to stray from the path every now and then, even if its just for a burger.
