Pointless
April 14th, 2026
A lot of what I do is pointless. I read forgotten and obscure books for no point but my pleasure and emotional well- being. I visit obscure and out-of-the-way places (far and near) for no point but my pleasure and emotional well- being. I write this blog and have about 2000 notes I plan to turn into a book, which I don't expect to ever publish, so that is another pointless endeavour. I go for walks where I visit the same places to see minute changes in trees, foliage, and nature for no point whatsoever. But all that is pointless by my choice and by my internal agreement.
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On the other hand, when I have to do pointless things at work, I get mad and pissed off. I shouldn't, since I get paid for doing that. So, what is wrong with doing something pointless that will have to be redone in a few days, as long as I get my paycheck? I’ve been asking myself that, and the only answer I can come up with is that I have too high standards for myself. The pointless things I do in my free time are pointless by design. At work, I do pointless things because of others and their inability and incompetence to provide me with correct data (or occasionally any data) for me to do my work properly and right the first time. I know my expectations for other people are based on what I expect of myself, so they will never be met. Yet, I keep asking for a modicum of effort, competence, and understanding, and I am getting none. I cannot accept it still, and I am not sure what to do with this situation.
