Time

There are two statements that I find amusing that often go together. One of them is "You have too much time on your hands", and the other one is "get a life". I find them amusing because the first statement actually has very little too do with time, what people are actually trying to say is that they think what you are doing isn't worth your time and hence you have enough time to waste it. Honestly you could say that about a lot of people's activities, such as watching TV. It is silly to imply that what anyone does isn't worth there time. Perhaps there are better things that they could do with there time, but whatever. The second statement first implies that the person does not have a life. I'll skip the literal definition because that is also silly. I guess the idea is fairly similar to that of the other statement and that the person is wasting their life. I don't think I am the judge of a wasted life. For that I'd have to value some one's life and honestly I don't want to do that. I mean imagine where I'd fall.

Waste of Time

This poem is a waste of your time.
You should just stop reading now.
Nothing of worth will ever be said.
In fact I don't even know why I'm still writing.
Is there a point to words that do not matter?
Is there a point to writing when you don't care?
Or do I care?
I should care.
I am writing.
I want people to read these words.
I want my words to matter, but how
to do I make careless words matter
more than they ever will?

Copyright 2008 William Curb