Anticipation

As the readers who know me personally know, (And lets face it, if you don’t know and love me you probably aren’t reading this), my work has taken me to a not so hospitable place.

         Lets just say, it’s hot and sandy, and leave it at that.

What bothers me more then the heat and sand, though, is that I lost access to all of the new music, television shows and movies that are coming out in the next few months.

You see, due to local morality laws and the general slowness of my employer’s Internet contract, I can’t download these new releases, and it’s not like I can walk into a local store and buy them.

  For a guy who loves music as much as I do, this is a big deal. It pisses me off that I can’t just get on itunes or a torrent site and download the new BRMC album or Dave Grhol’s new project.

I can’t even stream the next episode of the Walking Dead!

I’ve been moaning about it for the past month. To be honest I’ve been a bit of a bitch about it. So have a lot of my co-workers.

We need to get over it.

I mean, how spoiled is this generation?

On my external hard drive I have literally thousands of hours of music, over 100 movies and more then a dozen complete television series ranging from Game of Thrones to M.A.S.H.

I literally have enough music to play continually for months without hearing the same song twice. And I’ve been complaining.

Back in the day, it could take a music lover months or years to build up a record collection comparable to what I can download in an afternoon. (Yes I download music. I also buy it, and borrow it, and this entry isn’t about the morality of stealing from the record companies.)

   Brothers and sisters, I know you’ve heard it before, but we have become a generation, hell, a society, of spoiled little bastards.

We want what we want when we want it, and God help the poor soul who gets in the way of our Fast food mentality.

Do you know who else acts like that?

Two-year-olds and sociopaths.

I’ve been a two-year-old once already. The memories are fuzzy, but I seem to remember getting my ass spanked when I threw hissy fits for not getting what I wanted, why should now be any different.

I’ve also known a couple of sociopaths in my day, and I’d rather be a two-year-old.

I want to remember what it is like to wait for something, be it a piece of music or an Arby’s roast beef. I want to get excited about that sandwich, and when I finally have it, truly savor it.

So, for the next few months, sequestered from a few of my western comforts I’m going to take a break from the now, now, now mentality that permeates our society.

I have friends and family back home who love me enough to send me care packages every now and again, and if I ask real nice, they might even slip in a CD or DVD…. Please no sandwiches.