Workaholic Madman
By: Sean Clarence
Tags: Fun, Experience, Work, Humor, Life

Workaholic Madman

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Hear me out. I’m diagnosed with a workaholic virus.

When does it happen?

10 December 2020.

Are you sure it’s not coro — ?

Shut up! That virus already a norm now!

Chill out, won’t you! I’m Just asking here!

You’re the one who asks me to hear you out, kid!

Um. Sorry, dear sir. Or should I address you with, dear reader?

God, suit yourself! Don’t ask too many questions! I should be the one who asks questions!

Okay.

Stinky kid.

Stinky old geezer.

What did you say!? I’m just turning 30 this year!

Yeah yeah, and I’m just turning 19 this year!

Bye Kid!

(Wait, what? No exit button? Damn iPhone!)

Heh. I’m the writer here, hear me out, okay?

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Okay, kid.

Kid? Am I hear it wrong?

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Young man.

(Stinky Kid!)

Who told you?

Where should I start?

Just ask me questions.

Oh yeah, questions. Let’s get right through it.

So, who told you about the workaholic virus.

Well, they name it Coronavirus, then why can’t I create something like a workaholic virus or something. Anyone could be a scientist!

Um, okay. What do you mean by that?

You see, I could come up with different names for different problems.

Please elaborate so I could understand. And also, don’t waste my time on a joke! This better worth my time!

What would you call a man who loved to be listless?

A listless person?

Dang! You’re close to the answer!

It’s a listless virus!

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Now tell me, this is a joke, right?!

Hey! As I said before, I’m a young man!

Why so noisy! I call you a kid, then call me an old geezer!

And No! It’s not a joke!

Okay, okay! It’s not a joke, alright. How will you explain the workaholic virus?!

I’m the writer, and you, old geezer, the reader. It’s my story! I can do whatever I want on this blank page on Medium! GET IT?! Come up with whatever terms I want and whatever name I choose for it!

Why make it complicated! Just admit you’re just a workaholic and done! No more discussion! Get me out of here right now!

My damn iPhone just won’t let me out of this page! My GF has texted me ten times already!

Chill out, won’t you! And remember, I hold the key. The key, okay. You can’t get out unless I feel satisfied old geezer.

It might also be a great idea if you tap that clap and follow button below.

(Old geezer scroll down on his iPhone)

Huh?! Nothing appears!

Just realize, aren’t you? The truth is, you’re part of the story. Unless it’s not finished, then nor the clap or follow button would appear.

You stuck with me. Simple.

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Dang!

And one more thing, yes, I was the one who comes up with the workaholic virus, a listless person counterpart.

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Whatever.

My GF texted 27 times already!

You ask me to hear you out, but what exactly to hear?

Several minutes have passed already! Let’s get this over!

You see, These days I’ve been wondering a lot about my routine.

Wake up in the morning, get off to work, and the usual.

A mundane life, I would say.

I felt quite dissatisfied with how time is ticking while not every second of them gone useful for me.

Probably it is better to occupy with various task and work, from morning till night come.

Imagining to sit on a sofa and take a leisure time doesn’t sound right for me.

Somehow I begin to define my worth by how many tasks are complete in one day.

What kind of tasks?

I enjoy my work from morning till evening, but what comes after does bother me.

How should I spend the time I had from evening until night?

Should I take leisure for the whole time until my eyes finally gone to sleep? Or is it better to do more ‘useful’ task?

Reading books, watch Tedx, etc.

This week I’ve been watching Buzzfeed Unsolved the whole time after work. Though sometimes I do occupy myself with work-related activities in my spare time.

I don’t know why maybe reading a book seems to be more accomplished rather than watching Shane and Ryan uncovering mysteries.

Don’t get me wrong. I do read a book every single day to gain new insight.

My problem is, I feel it’s not enough to be called accomplished.

If I were to read more books than usual, maybe I’m going to feel accomplished.

If I were to make more cash, more seminars to attend, more this, and more that.

Basically, to become a workaholic.

Or, should I admit this just my brain trying to deceive me?

No comment.

No one should define how an individual lives their life. After all, it’s their own life.

From my experience, struggle until you found it. What defines a good life for you might be different from other people.

It takes courage to wake up every single day to embrace this life.

Regarding workaholics, it’s up to you what to spend with your time. But make sure of one thing, don’t lose yourself.

I turned 30 this year, and hey, I still got many questions!

Heh. You seem to be a heartwarming person right now, old geezer.

Well, I guess you’re right.

I’ve been trying a lot of things, and if somehow it doesn’t work, I pull myself out from the slump and find another one.

A human life, I guess.

Yeah, I agree.

I had a wonderful time talking with you. Thanks for the advice.

Bye!

(Finally!)

GF 27 missed calls.

I need to hurry to call back!

Um.

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Kid? Why my iPhone won’t let me out still?

Kid?

Kid?!