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Originally posted by stringue
"Eliminate what is unnecessary"
Originally posted by TravelerintheDark
reply to post by nuffsaid420
I've felt the same way at times in my life. But these are the responsibilities we assume to maintain a "modern" lifestyle. If they bother you, simplify. Eliminate what is unnecessary and shorten the list of responsibilities.
Originally posted by TheOneEyedProphet
Well OP, what you feel, what you perceive, are the edges of the cage.
You are correct, that is all there is right now.
Imagine, if you take away your household services, all you are left with is a box. A maybe even a comfortable one.
If you take away the water and the electricity you lose.
If you dont pay you lose.
You work so you can continue to pay for the blood of our material existences.
Working is how they take away your time, and get you into the robotic mode, that is how we live our lives, that how we have been conditioned.
But the rational mind being exposed to ideas and beliefs, sometimes completely different from ours, we get our kicks from the Internet, and from ATS.
We should now consider ourselves lucky, we are the homo sapiens mediaticus!
We can use the age of the super information devices to inform ourselves.
You can see the CAGE!
You can see the FNORDS!
There is knowledge to be found now, you can let it consume you, and jade you, or you can use it a a reason to change what we are and what be believe is real...
We are more than what we have been led to believe...!
[edit on 26-10-2008 by TheOneEyedProphet]
Originally posted by wigit
So I'm not alone after all. I spend at least an hour on here every morning trying to avoid the dishes, the hoovering, the dusting and blah blah blah. Then another hour reading the news, then ebay, then I'll surf for another hour or so, avoiding the inevitable.
It's making me crazy.
I mumble swear words as I clean my greasy plates, and I continue till it's all done. But it's never over is it? I mop the floors so folk can come home and walk their mess all over it, and if I didn't mop the floor they'd come home and say "why haven't you mopped the floor?" Other times I amuse myself through it all by playing tunes in my head. I've done this so many times I have a jukebox on auto repeat in my brain, playing full time, and I've lost the off switch. HELP!
Maybe I should buy a copy of The Joys of Housework, but then I might end up like my mother-in-law who LOVES to clean, but who is also this gossiping monster who judges folk by the marks on their skirting boards. It doesn't matter if the lady next door gave her whole christmas to charity, "but have you seen the state of her windows, they're DIS-GUS-TING?"
I often envision myself giving it all up and heading off into the blue yonder to join up with some pygmy tribe in the wilds somewhere. Them folk who have nothing to clean or wash up. A plate is a leaf off a tree kinda thing. But I'll miss a blow-dry and a glance in the mirror to ask "how am I looking now?" Then I'd probably start using the jungle post to write back to civilisation for someone to send me a nice little piece of gingham to hang in my mud hut windows, and a few brillo pads to get the stubborn marks off our cooking pots.
I've made my bed