A Piece Of Garbage II
As a result of my encounter yesterday with a prophet at the library, I thought about what my life would be like as a piece of garbage.
First of all, I would get a job in waste management. This would give me a disposable income. Part of my job, in waste management, would be determining politicians’ salaries.
I would use my disposable income to buy a dump, and then renovate it. It would still be a dump after my renovations, but it would be a nice-looking dump.
The first thing I would buy for my nice-looking dump would be a large TV. I love watching rubbish!
I would no longer be irritated by junk mail. It’s natural for junk mail to arrive at a dump.
Of course being a piece of garbage means people will talk trash about me. As I wrote yesterday, I don’t care what people say as long as they don’t hit me.
At the end of my life, as a piece of garbage, I would hope that The Great Garbage Collector would recycle me into something useful for prophets who shout things at people.