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"So what did you do today?"

You know the score. Wake up, go to work/school. Talk about games/tv shows/movies and then went home, played a game/read a book and went to bed.
That used to be me as well, until I started taking an interest in the world around me. Getting involved in protest, civil disobedience, writing to MPs, trying to do something to change what I percieve to be an unjust, corrupt, inherently stupid society.
I've had endless arguments on here with people about war/politics/life and then it hit me.

I realised that there was no point discussing how to change life with people over the internet. Especially arguing moralistic issues with people that do nothing except write messages and preen like self-satisfied peacocks.

And I was just as bad.
I've raged against stupidity/television/illiteracy amongst young users with txt speak/general monginess of most people/lack of interest in the world.
And I went home to read/play video games and that was about it.
Come to work, post crap here about why the world sucks, smoke and tell rubbish jokes.
And then it hit me.
Despite my words here, despite arguing with Bell etc about how to change this planet, despite writing to try and affect change around me, trying to bring immoral and unjust situations to people's attentions, I still come to work, drink my coffee, smoke and stare out of the window.
And then it hit me.
I wasn't actually doing anything to change my world.

So I did. I carefully considered everything around me. My values, what I percieved as an idiot morass of people not interested in anything except their own homes. People stupid enough to read The Daily Mail and actually believe the hateful scaremongering they read inside. People stupid enough to think immigration is actually an issue instead of a smokescreen designed to keep you frightened and locked inside watching Eastenders.

I reached a point in my life, a convergence of emotions that forced me to re-evaluate my life. How I see things, what I believe in, how I feel about the things around me.
And it didn't sit well with me.
Despite my passion, despite my morals, despite my beliefs, I come to a nice boring job, create marketing presentations and sell stuff.
I sell things people don't need to make more money for people to spend on themselves.
That is not the way I wish to live my life, I cannot allow myself to wallow in self-important comfortableness, surrounded with nice shiny things and pontificate about the world around me.

It didn't feel right, I couldn't balance being aware of things wrong around me, yet continue to pursue my nice comfortable life and, ultimately, do nothing to affect change.

So what did I do yesterday?
I quit my job.
Handed my notice in and made choices that will make me feel like a better person.
I quit my boring, stupid marketing job and I'm going to teacher-training college to teach English.
I can't just sit by and watch this world deteriorate into a mindless scrum of tv-obsessed me-monkeys that think Shakespeare is "crap innit", think txt speak is acceptable, have no idea who Keats is, are unaware of the power of words and language.

I want to try, even if just one kid, to get them to realise they have entire worlds of imagination and passion inside them if they want to access it.
I want to get across to people that life is more than television/mortgages/soap operas/pop idol/heat magazine/tony blair.

I may fall on my ass, I may get tired of trying to do something positive but goddamnit, at least I'm going to try to do something.
I don't want a job where I sell useless products to people, I dont want a job that doesn't challenge me in any aspect whatsoever.
I don't want to argue morals with people that are unwilling to put their thoughts into action.

I've quit my nice job after 3 and a half years and, instead, I'm going to be a teacher.
Today is one of the most frightning/exciting days I can remember.
4 weeks left of meaningless work, then 2 years+ of learning/exams before I can tell myself that, finally, I'm doing more than trying to convince other people that there is more out there.

May be the best thing I've ever done, may be the biggest mistake I've ever made.
I'll let you know when I come out the other side. But one thing I do know?
I've had enough of sitting on my ass preaching about trying to change the world instead of actually getting out there and doing it.

There it is.

My sister is a teacher. She has a thousand tales of retarded kids and the corruption in schools.

I wanted to be a teacher when I was younger, but when I saw the amount of work my sister got each night from uni when she was training, I was put right off.

There's a wonderful Tango going on here. :D

"I'm sure that there are good teachers out there, but I also think teaching is an easy target for people who like power trips"

Insane Bartender wrote:
> Mr Snuggly wrote:
> Wow, IB just solved the universe.
>
> You just have no leadership qualities whatsoever, do you?

I'm really more of a worker bee.

"Teaching is a fantastic job for people who like to be in a position where its easy to make believe they are better than other people

Teachers always annoyed me, they all think they are better/more important than the kids they teach. They aren't."

Goatboy wrote:

> Yet feel fit to leap in an attack me, accuse me of power trips and
> sneering etc etc.

Wasn't my intention to accuse you of that.

Rosalind wrote:
> I was ill. I had depression among other things. But if you want to
> use that as ammunition to say that my life is worthless go ahead.
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I haven't.
You've done nothing but lambast me for my post, went straight on the offensive.
You asked who that included, and I pointed out that you've written similar "Why am I so bored and unfullfilled with life" posts.

You can play the wounded act now if you like Ros, but I'm not swallowing that.

Rosalind wrote:
> Why have you posted this topic then.
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Same reason as all my other topics.
Because I'm bored at work.

Because this site is my own personal blog, because I wanted to write it out to give it a sense of reality.
Because after 30 years of floating through life, I've realised what it is I'm supposed to do and I wanted to read it back to myself.

What makes me chuckle is you know nothing about me, my life, my past or my future.
Yet feel fit to leap in an attack me, accuse me of power trips and sneering etc etc.
Yet I spoke of my thoughts, my feelings on my world, my decision to change that and my fears of the outcome.

You decided to start screaming m'dear, not me.
I'm perfectly happy with my life, even more so today.
And the foaming rage of people that I don't have any connection to means precisely zero.

Sorry, but that's just me.

I was ill. I had depression among other things. But if you want to use that as ammunition to say that my life is worthless go ahead.

Rosalind wrote:
> "So what did you do today?
>
> You know the score. Wake up, go to work/school. Talk about games/tv
> shows/movies and then went home, played a game/read a book and went
> to bed.
> That used to be me as well"
>
> as well?
>
> as well as who exactly?
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As well as the people here that post their "Where am I going? What is life about" posts day after day, myself included.
As you have done.
You have spoken before about bordedom yet lacking the interest to do anything about it, I'll pop the topic if you want me to.
You wrote a topic about feeling annoyed with yourself because you didn't care enough to change yet realised you weren't achieving anything.

So I gues "as well" includes you.