Fun Should Remain Fun

Now that I have pondered upon it a little more, I’ve discovered yet another nugget [[[morsel]]] reason that I prefer to study science.  That there is another reason I do not want to *study* the creative pursuits, and most certainly why I do not want to enter any of them as a profession.

I like Biochem enough that I would be engaged and interested while at work.  But it is not my sole source of enjoyment in life.  It is intriguing, fascinating, sure.  It provides endless source [[[fount]]] of wonder, it satiates my curiosity, it feeds my drive to discover and learn, all that good stuff.  I study it so that I may unlock the secrets of the universe.  Arcane, long-hidden enigmae.

But it is not what I pour myself in, to relax in my spare time.  I do not grab a cup of tea, curl up on the couch, and read over my Biochem lab notes.  Wait, actually I do, but that is an essay for another day.

So I most definitely do enjoy Biochem as an academic subject, As a research topic of interest.  But here is the thing.  I am not so emotionally invested in it that I would ever be concerned that I would grow to resent it for mutating my fun, escapist hobby -> into a professional obligation.  I wish to keep it as a way to just relax, daydream, let my imagination run away wild with me, all that good stuff.

I would not grow to dread studying it for making me feel obligated for feeling dutiful, like I made a commitment and now, grumble grumble, I made a pact/contract/etc. and I have to stick to it.  Like I have a responsibility, like I made a commitment, like I will disappoint people if I don’t follow through.

I would not think to myself, “Oh woe is me, oh wherefore didst I ever studyeth Biochemistry?  Gentle vial, relieve me of my misery.”  None of that crap.  I readily accept Biochem as the type of subject that is sometimes boring yet mandatory.  Remember how when we were little, adults would tell us, “don’t expect to be enthralled in life at all times”?  Biochem is sometimes one of these non-enthralling things.

Whereas for me art exists purely for entertainment purposes.  Art is there to help me relax and unwind at the end of a long day at work and school.

I do not want to embroil myself in schedules, deadlines, meetings, or any some such nose-to-the-grindstone stuff.  Not when it comes to writing or painting.  I draw the line there.  I do not want to engage myself in Work mode within facets of my life that are meant for relaxation.  The purpose I engage in art and writing at all is that it is a creative outlet.  It is a way to blow off steam, to air my grievances and frustrations.  The way I see it, those are fun distractions, abstract interests, anyway.

It is not something that I see as any sort of drive to have focus, like something that I would approach with ambition.  As in, I would not gather a list of references.  I would not compile a meticulously detailed roster of skill sets, training, education that I use in resume cover letters into a written resume.  I would not have a painstaking dossier of accomplishments that I would skillfully craft into curriculum vitae.

__For the express purpose of NOTTT working.__

Poor, Meek, Oppressed Little People

Oh, so according to extremist liberals I'm this poor meek oppressed person brainwashed by the right-wing nutjobs, and worse than that I have come to repress myself.  *This is supremely insulting.  They never considered the fact that I consciously CHOSE not to engage in any of that flimdrim crap.

Liberals always preach "think for yourself."

And that oh gosh, oh if only you liberals would open my eyes to the possibilities, then this would set the caged little prisoner free and would be properly liberated.

You think that oh gosh if I only knew about it, then I would automatically genuflect to your [[[kowtow]] to your ideals and would no doubt definitely jump on the bandwagon.
--you truly honestly think that the only reason I do not___

Did it really never occur to you that I chose my standard of living of my own volition?

Look at this society.  Look at the nose on your face.  All around you, everyone where you go, shop, and look, all you see is sexx sells.  It is pervasive, like a really bad smell that corrodes the air.  I am already quite aware of all these so-called options, thank you very much.

For your information, I am very aware of the crap that exists out there in the ether.  As a matter of fact, this is precisely the **reason* that I do not entangle myself in any of that mess.  It is precisely *because* I see what is going on out there.

You never stopped to think that maybe, just perhaps, I *chose* not to do that.  I actively consciously purposely chose not to do any of that.  It is supremely insulting, not to mention a lie, to assume that the only reason I am not doing that stuff is that I am "ignorant" if it.

You know, for all your sanctimonious preaching about "ignorant" conservatives and how they do not know the truth, and how they are kept in the dark...  You know surprisingly little about the things about which you love to preach.  I have read news reports.  I have seen actual health and medical statistics and facts.  As a matter of fact, it is not too much of a venture of a gander to suggest that I probably know more than you do about these matters.  I am most likely far more informed on these topics than you are.

**On an unrelated note, I have minted the term "nutjob."  It is a good descriptive phrase.  The etiology was derived thusly.  We needed something new because "nutcase" was getting old and worn out.  It is similar to a nose job or a boob job, in that those are gruesome barbaric practices that are degrading and demeaning.  Also, I heard tell that some people back in the '90s used a phrase "McJob."  The Generation X slacker-losers using this phrase were trying to express their disdain for the notion that they should earn a decent, honest living.  As if anyone that <did> bother to procure a job was a hopeless conformist Dilbert.  They were wrong, because one does have to get a job and support oneself.  I never actually heard anyone use the phrase "McJob" in real life.  I read of it in some magazine after the turn of the century.