Age of Power

"With real power comes real responsibility and I don't want any of that shit. I just want the money and the illusion of power"

~It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I was reading Development Economics by Debraj Ray (which is a fantastic book if you're into that sort of stuff.. or so I've heard, I haven't actually read it. Can I get my moneys please?) when I realised that it absolutely had not pictures in it. There were diagrams, tables and graphs but they did not entice me to delve further into the subject one bit. Then it hit me, has my life really gotten to that point where I look at random letters (because at that point I was just looking at the pages as the letters seems to jumble while my mind strays to other important things like this blog post) in books that have no images whatsoever?


I don't like reading serious books, I'm not a serious person. People look down on me for that but it just seems so exhausting to be serious. I don't care for seriousness and I have no interest of becoming a serious person. What's in it for anyone? Get things done, yadda yadda and then what? Will I be happy? Will other people be happy? It doesn't seem to have an actual point (I just had a discussion about Nietzsche with dad, them philosophical limbos are trippy..).


So basically I'm just not physically present this exam week, because I'm hacking half the time and distracted with the allure of holidays the other half of the time. Is it symbolic for my not wanting to grow up and have to deal with the actual issues in life? I don't know, maybe, I just saw Radio Flyer so that might have to do with this sudden anxiety.