who's the wise guy that made all these freakin rules?

these days i spend entire months working on things that dont exist. i write code into a computer so that it will appear a certain way on someone elses computer. i dont make shoes, or polish rocks, or put apples in a bucket. nothings really made, just some electrical impulses that get stored in a magnetic pattern....thats what i spend my time doing. i am the first generation of a line of millions of people that can do that.

i fantasize about hammers and shovels.

i sit hunched over in my broken office chair, and hope i will have time to lift weights. my body craves to be worked, expend energy, be broken. dogs that dont run, go crazy.

i cant punch anyone, even if i'm angry. i cant break anything. in fact i'm one of the first generation that isnt allowed to BE angry.

could i be happy running through the grass trying to catch someone to beatup or hump or both? gleaning berries from bushes? huddling under branches to stay dry and warm?

these people loved just as desperatley as we do and their tears weighed about the same too. they tickled their kids and threw them into the air. we're safer and 'smarter' but i really doubt we're happier....