What Makes Me Feel Badly

When I sit down here at my computer and think about blogging, its pretty easy to convince myself that no one reads all of this and that my clickthrough counter really is just going up because of people checking things out rather than looking for some reasonable posting or erstwhile entertainment. Then of course, I run into someone while on vacation in Pennsylvania (of all places) who mentions that they have read the blog.

This does not sit well with me for some reason.

Why? Well now I feel all of this burden of "responsibility". What is that anyway? Who came up with the concept that you have to be accountable for your actions or lack thereof? I’d like to sit down and have a long talk with them, because they’ve ruined a lot of well-intentioned actions. Because seriously, who among us wouldn’t like to rob a bank someday, but no, we have to be "responsible" and not do such things. We have to live in a respectable society so that we can breathe freely and without rampant heists breaking out in every financial institution.

C’mon, admit it, you’ve thought "I wonder if I could get away with..." then your mind trails off for a few moments thinking of how exactly you could fulfill your anti-responsible dream of anarchistic action. You would have to find a driver, craft a cleverly worded note directing the sultry blonde teller that you would like all of the money in her drawer put into one of those cool moneybags with the bank’s name on it, plus her phone number for good measure, because you never know, she may be into the who heist scene and you wouldn’t want to pass that anarchistic action up either. Then, after weeks of planning how to walk out of the building, you totally botch your escape plan by waving to the security camera with a sly smile and a wink that’s sure to make the six o’clock news. Sliding over your getaway car’s hood Dukes of Hazzard style, you jump headfirst into the open passenger window as it takes off into the waiting sunset, disregarding that sunsets happen long after most banks close. Living life on the lam might be a bit tough, bouncing between run-down motels, one step ahead of the law, creditors, and the three or four loan sharks that you’ve not paid in months.

Ah what a life. That’s what all of this responsibility talk keeps us from living. Disappointing I know, but I suppose its for the best.