This Is Disney Land

I'd like to share a story with you all, this is assuming of course that anyone reads these self indulgent writtings of mine, about the ten or so months I spent in Banff as a Steward's Labourer. To clarify,in the hotel industry, a Steward's Labourer is basiclly a fancy title for a dishwasher or garbage man. But that's really not the point that I'm trying to make, so we'll continue now, shall we?

I was 18, had lost my virginity to a girl I loath and had recently noticed that, whilst naked, I could actually see my penis instead of a fat roll, when my roommate at that time, nameless by his request, said to me during one of my frequent breakdowns, that we were living in DisneyLand(tm).

At the time, I thought: wow, wasn't that fucking profound.

Now though, I think to a point he was right. He just forgot to mention that we're all just waiting in line for an illusionistic view of excitment that will never, ever, fulfill our overblown expectations.

That may seem fatalistic, but I'm of the opinion that the above statement represents a nice balance.

Let me explain, it may the most wonderful place in the world to some, but there is always a line between you and euphoria. There are choices of course, you could butt in front of people, push your way to the front, perhaps even pick a different line but, as with every choice, there are concequences to be considered.

This is the part that bothers me I think. The idea that in order to move forward, you will hurt, step on, back stab, and try to forget about those affected by your selfish pursuit to be at the front of the line. What I wonder about is whether or not this ride I'm standing in line for is even operational.

Don't get me wrong, there are nice,interesting people in line with me, but really, what the fuck are we waiting for?

Those ahead of us just got there first, and those behind chose not to pay attention when this the event was announced. (That's assuming that there was an annoucment at all).

What the fuck is he getting at, you may well be asking. Hell, not sure I know myself, but given enough time I'm bound to figure it out.

Hey, I'm almost willing to pray to some invisible being what controls destiny in order to figure this all out.

fishbait.