"I hate to say it...
... but its probably me."
The main line from the Sting/Eric Clapton song I often see as an answer to the question:
"Who would you least like to be right now?"
For the career-oriented corporate ladder-climber, who has only money and status to show for his 60 years on this earth. In his spare time, he realises what little he has achieved without ever having a wife or children.
For the person who just got fired after twenty years of service, denied a referee to show for it. What is a human to do but ponder on all they did at work, both positive and negative, and realise that they'll have to survive on the streets when the money runs out. Their mind, and memory, is spent.
For the woman who is spending her virginity in a brothel, as she realises she needs the money and has nothing much else on her mind at this time of life. "When is it gonna happen? And what the hell am I gonna do for a living?"
For the lonely man looking for a flatmate to share his penthouse. All this space, nothing to use it with. He goes through his daily routine, each day loneliness getting stronger and deeper within him.
For the artists, actors, models and musos who have been spending their lives trying to make a career out of a passionate penchant. Realising that financial independence is nowhere in sight, they realise they're parents where right this whole time. "Get a real job."
I hate to say it
(One more time with feeling)
I hate to say it
(Bom, bom, bom)
But its probably me
The main line from the Sting/Eric Clapton song I often see as an answer to the question:
"Who would you least like to be right now?"
For the career-oriented corporate ladder-climber, who has only money and status to show for his 60 years on this earth. In his spare time, he realises what little he has achieved without ever having a wife or children.
For the person who just got fired after twenty years of service, denied a referee to show for it. What is a human to do but ponder on all they did at work, both positive and negative, and realise that they'll have to survive on the streets when the money runs out. Their mind, and memory, is spent.
For the woman who is spending her virginity in a brothel, as she realises she needs the money and has nothing much else on her mind at this time of life. "When is it gonna happen? And what the hell am I gonna do for a living?"
For the lonely man looking for a flatmate to share his penthouse. All this space, nothing to use it with. He goes through his daily routine, each day loneliness getting stronger and deeper within him.
For the artists, actors, models and musos who have been spending their lives trying to make a career out of a passionate penchant. Realising that financial independence is nowhere in sight, they realise they're parents where right this whole time. "Get a real job."
I hate to say it
(One more time with feeling)
I hate to say it
(Bom, bom, bom)
But its probably me
Flashes of memories
and what is a 'real job' anyways?
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Thanx for the insight. I often find myself looking over at my neighbour's backyard, etc...