Veep Drinking Game

Extra Time, Vicodin, and a Proper Balance of Both

As I lay on the floor, absorbing the effect of the Vicodin I just took, hoping to kill my back pain from sitting at a desk all day; I begin to wonder what makes the artist, musicians, and creative people different from the rest of the world. What makes Vincent van Gogh different from Bill Gates. Why is it Beethoven can create beautiful music, yet the douche bag who sits in the office next to me can’t even hum the Jeopardy theme in proper tune. And thanks to the nausea that goes along with Vicodin, why is it creative people are more prone to alcohol and drug abuse? Jimi Hendrix, a self taught guitarist, used to drop acid before going on stage, and he’s considered one of the greatest rock musicians of all time.

This got me thinking about left brain and right brain people. They say left brain people tend to be more logical and analytical, while right brain people have a more subjective view of the world. I’ve always considered myself a right brain person. I used to do theatre, I paint and shoot photography, and for the most part I can’t stand my office job. My office job that consists of sitting at a desk all day, doing what I’m told, and staying within the mental box along with my right brained co-workers. Most of the people I work with, seem relatively content with what they do. Yes, they might bitch and complain on occasion, but at the end of the day the paycheck, job security, and a stable life take priority over affecting the senses in the world around them. I’ve always faulted these people, wanting to stand up and scream, “What’s wrong with you people? Don’t you see how fucked up this is!” But when it comes down to it, they can’t see. To them this isn’t fucked up, this is the way it should be, this is the way the world works. And in reality, they are right. Without the corporate office monkey’s where would the rest of us be? Hanging out in San Francisco preaching free love? We've seen how well that worked out in the 60’s.

What’s the point of this post and what’s it have to do with drug abuse and artists? Nothing. I’m just feeling a little introspective around this time of year, as I see another year go past while I stagnate at my desk, working for the large soulless corporate giant into a new year.

With the year ending, the workload lightens as it does each year around this time. I could sit at my computer and spend the extra time writing a great novel, or I could spend my time updating blogs and reading the news. The question then becomes, am I a Jack Kerouac or am I just like every other left brain person out there? The only difference between me and them is, I just haven’t realized it yet... Correction, I am one step closer to realization, I can’t hum the Jeopardy theme in tune either.