DOING THE WRONG THING
Is was dark when I started writing this and I couldn’t see the keyboard as my laptop is almost as old as my eyes. It’s so old, there’s half a mb left on it and it has more dents than my old car. I don’t want to change it because it’s more kit, more metal, more chips, more IT. More electrical brilliance that cost stacks to make and way too little to buy, so everyone’s buying it.
Say you buy a new one and plug it in with all its green credentials and feel like Usain Bolt in a new pair of spikes, within a month it’ll be old and all the guilt about the energy that went into making it will be forgotten, or maybe never felt in the first place.
As you can see, my conscience is a mess. It’s mimicking the knot of wires that sits beneath the desk I’m writing at. It is a fibroid of the mind. It’s the colour of a 4 year old ball of play-doh, all the colours. It wears the hat of a contrarian, the shoes of a hypocrite and the naked body of trying to do the right thing – and mostly failing.
It’s not alone, this conscience. Most are struggling but don’t let on to their owners. If yours starts to ache, don’t consult your GP. Just enjoy it. It’s nature’s way of saying watch out for the stingers.
Filed Under What we're all thinking
Comments
Leave a Reply