The woes of Technology

If anyone waits up till midnight to be the first to see my article on the morrow then I'm sorry. It was not there waiting for you. It was, still in my head and perhaps shall remain there as I rant through this week upon the many reasons why it escaped my attention.

This actually takes me back to the days when I was in 5th grade and I felt talking to my friends was perhaps a bit more important than listening to the teacher. But she in her wisdom demanded an essay from the accused and it was from me a sort of apology and excuse, much like I am giving you here. Not to say that my entire time this week was spent talking to friends or goofing off . . . that's only half true.

It is a combination of things that don't even necessarily deal with art that has brought me down in all areas of life. An accumulation of work at my day job, where I usually do my writing in my spare moments, has prevented me from focusing my spare moments on my passions of interest. The work piles up and all else that I might accomplish during the day slacks off. Back as my work has piled up coincidentally hackers seem to be targeting my work account and testing passwords to get into this system. Why? Do they want to see maps that bad? Perhaps they want to read all my past articles, or discover the mileage change in the system before any one else. A stupid reason at any rate I am sure. But regrettably at each of their failures I am locked out of my computer at a half hour at a time.

This is only part of it however. Bills, the accursed digital promissory notes of the modern day man. Paid back on a monthly basis of what was spent when we didn't have the resources. The little by little payments made towards a house, a vehicle, loans. Pulled from a relatively small paycheck (small compared to what someone makes in a private sector as compared to gov't employee) and distributed out leaving me in the same mess I was in the month before at the same time. This month worse than others, but with some creative money management maybe I'll pull through with my nose above the waterline.

And yet I work where I don't want to work and spend money I don't want to spend or think that I should have to (longer story but traces its roots back to local gov't stupidity). And working day in and day out trying to accomplish things that every day seem like I'm learning over and over without a reason or purpose, frankly just burns me out. I'll say it loud and clear, I'm burnt out. I'm tired, and it's depressing to think about. And waiting on the sidelines are these articles which do hold more of an interest but must constantly compete to be second fiddle to all other things. Such the life of a hobby, I suppose.

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