"Sources said Chomsky took what was supposed to be a refreshing drive in the countryside, only to find himself obsessing over the role petroleum plays in the economic and military policies that collude with multinational corporate powers.""All right, all right," the noted critic and philosopher said, "I'm going back home, writing one—just one—reasoned, scathing essay, and getting it out of my system. But then I'm definitely going back to the park to walk around and just enjoy the nice weather. I'm serious.""Because there's got to be more to life than the way that wage slavery strips the individual of his or her inherent dignity and personal integrity," Chomsky continued. "Right?"
Sadly there are no happy times after 2004, except a road trip or two. That’s six years of unhappiness. No offense to the people in my life at this time, it’s not you, it’s the disease. Fleeting moments like awesome concerts (Faint/Fever, Hives, Dandy Warhols, Momus, Divine Comedy, Phillip Glass, Terry Riley), good books (Middlesex, Pride and Prejudice, Strange and Norrell, Outliers...) discovering new favorite bands, listening to good music, the time ____ _____ kissed me on the cheek, don’t make it. Notice those are all passive experiences. They enrich real experiences, but can’t produce real happiness themselves. CFS makes you settle for a life of passive experiences.
Half of these are about working hard, half of them are about play, travel, vacation, relaxing, etc. With CFS you can’t do either. Also notice there is nothing to do with food there, even though I love new food, new restaurants, etc. But I don’t think back to when I used to come home from school and zone out in front of the tv and eat a box of goldfish crackers as a particularly happy time. So even though there’s been some things that you’d think would be on the list...World Cup Trip, Alaska Trip, learning IPA (I almost put that one), they just didn't make it because they occurred after 2004.
Work hard, play hard. I first heard that expression from my Dad my first year in high school. Now I can’t do either. Sleep hard, try hard, see no results...life is hard. Everything in vain. Pain, insomnia, alienation. Denial. Not things that make humans happy. So what have been the happiest times these last five years? I could pick them out, but, they wouldn’t really be happy times, just “happiest” in bad times. I don’t think I’ll ever be happy again unless I can work, learn, and play. All I have now is tiny pieces of these old things. Except the internet, I can spend as much time as I want on the internet, but it’s not a treat anymore, is it?