It is the end of the year. I am working compiling forms and figures for the bureaucrats. It vexes me and colors everything in my world. For instance, my husband, in his infinite wisdom, took the damn shovel with him this morning. Yet, he did not shovel a path to the exterior basement entrance yesterday…while the snow was still soft. If I had that shovel you can imagine how I might use it. I digress.
We are consolidating enterprises, a maneuver that will make my life easier in the future if it doesn’t send me right over the edge today. For the record, I detest money, detest everything that has to do with it, detest how people all over the planet have been brainwashed to believe it has any importance at all. As I recently told a mean spirited goldsmith, “Gold will have no value if there is no food to trade it for, you can’t eat gold you know.” I wouldn’t have smiled sweetly and made that comment if he hadn’t broadcast his penurious position regarding society’s duty to care for those who cannot care for themselves. I digress again.
I am especially offended by the need to monitor money and explain, with mindless regularity, to the bureaucrats, where it came from and where it went. Elsewise the regulators come, accompanied by an army of proctologists, to scramble in the out door looking for evasion in an errant penny or two. For what?! For no reason, busy work. Nonetheless, totals have been balanced, counterbalanced, and cross balanced until I have become quite unbalanced. As I have made clear in more than one communiqué today, I have become a metaphysical existentialist. I do not subscribe to the philosophies of Hegel, Camus, Kant or Kierkegaard. I am a devotee of WTF metaphysical existentialism aligned with WTF, it doesn’t matter anyhow this is just how we pass the time while we’re awake and closely related to WTF, none of it matters, we’re just killing time between birth and death.
Here I am, I’ve done my part. I don’t know what for because we’re about to take a big belly flop off the fiscal cliff. BFD.