Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, sleeping your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, kids you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

(Taken from ‘Trainspotting’ by Irvine Welsh)

People do not want to be told they are pissing away their precious life.

But they need to be told.

I rotted away my life today. I played Zelda and ate junk food for 5 hours.

I was angry at something. I thought it was my pastor (for his comments on a terrible postcard design).

I was really angry at myself.

Now I’m wondering if I will be happy working for any company again. If I’m offered a job I will say “yes.” I will choose life. But will I be happy about it?

I’m starting to feel weighed down by my possesions- as if they own me instead of the other way around. I want to throw some things out and give other things away.

Am I crazy… or finally sane?