It is so easy now that I am working to be sanctimonious about the whole affair. So easy to blithely tell someone who is on the dole to get a job! We think we are in some special club when 99 percent of the world works for a living making us not so special. There is a big difference between working for a living and doing something you truly enjoy, though. You can train a monkey to do a repetitive task as most jobs are. It takes a stroke of genius to get paid for a labor of love. Who decided this social fabric for us? I question that often.
My father hates his job. My mother hated her job as a school teacher for 30+ years. The only job I enjoyed was working at the pet store, and that is because I loved tropical fish and all the perks that came along with it. I don't particularly like my current job except for the fact that it is so socially and familial-ly acceptable. I don't feel so guilty for being on disability. I am paying taxes.
Today, I almost wrote on my previous post that The Homeless Guy would never volunteer at the Rescue Mission cause it would be like a J-O-B. I was falling so deeply into that sanctimonious trap I've seen so often spewed with vitriol on his blog comments for years. GET A JOB! I leaned back in this chair and thought long and hard, and deleted what I wrote. It gave me much food for thought.