Richard Linklater's "Slacker" is one of my favorite movies ever. As much as it always amuses me for all the right reasons, I'm finding with age that the slacker mentality is annoying me more and more often these days. I've found that I'm really tired of certain people expecting a pat on the back for pulling off something they should have been doing all along anyway. I'm really tired of people expecting congratulations for doing the ordinary. For barely pulling off the ordinary. For barely attempting the ordinary. I've found I've really become annoyed with lack of foresight. Lack of vision. Lack of even taking a glance at what's ahead. I've found that possessing an honest, solid work ethic is very appealing in a person. Seeing someone work without an immense amount of hand-holding is becoming the equivalent of laying eyes on the Holy Grail itself. I'm beginning to think that exhibiting initiative is a lost art. That taking the logical next step is a gift of god only to be doled out to the very special. The rest of the unfortunate have evidently been left without the ability to think two steps ahead, let alone three. And forget about eyes in the back of their heads. They're too busy laying on their asses to need them. Why so bitter? I guess because I'm tired of excuses. Excuses are tiresome. Tired. Decayed. Graying. Worn out. Exhausted.
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