Forever Mexican

Today I started a new job. It is practically my old job, just new places. I am working at a rose farm. My job thus far, is to cut grass at some old dude's mansion and keep up all his basic landscaping, doing the same at a trailer park, doing whatever my boss tells me too, and contemplating the irony of all this.

A. My former job was doing the landscaping at camp.
B. I go from keeping up a mansion, to a trailer park.
C. I do whatever people tell me to.
D. I think too much.

It seems funny to me that when we have to do things for the rich, old man in the million dollar home, we call it work. When we have to struggle to find time to take care of our own shit, we call it "trying to stay alive." People will do almost anything for money. Almost, ie: I would never hook up with a fat chick. Yet when we need to do the exact same thing for ourselves, we find all our time and energy going into doing it for others. Now, some people I know (I won't say friends for the sake of generalizing) will say that this is servitude and its the first step in blessing and pleasing God. This implies that there is some kind of reward for the work. "Oh its not for the money, its for my rite of passage to heaven." I never really read anything about Jesus doing things for a reward. Where is the human decency to help others without some incentive? It exists in books or movies, maybe. Oh, and I don't believe in heaven. In fact, I think most religious things are absolute shit. This makes people angry and defensive. Oh, they don't show it all the time, but if they aren't pissed, they're either freaked out or praying for me damned soul...damned to the hell that I don't believe in. Others may say that it is the key to Christianity to do for others before ourselves. While the God thing doesn't work for me anymore (never really did in the first place), and the Christian thing is true for the most part, this whole doing for others first does apply to a lot of things in life, but we must learn to take care of ourselves somehow. Oh, there is my argument's flaw: it is impossible. It seems that the way things are set up for me at the moment, do not allow me any time for this. I wake up, go to work, eat lunch, work more, get tired, and go home, not to mention the incredibly unhealthy sunburn I received today. By the time I get home, I'm too tired to do anything for myself, other than the occasional World of Warcraft raid. Even if I complete the typical "American Dream" (go to school, get a good job, get married, blahaha) the routine will still be the same. Perhaps it will be different, and I'm sure it has worked out for other people, but until things look up for me, I will continue to work and bring in the money (that quickly runs out) and be:

Forever Mexican

Ooo Baby I Like It Raw

If you read anything that I write beyond this point, you will probably say that I need Jesus. I will reply to you with the simple answer that "he died."