Desk Jockey Shit Hole

So, here's my 300-word essay on the desk jockey shit hole.

What's less human than the hell of an air-conditioned, sanitized room where you're paid to sit still and move and talk and feel minimally while bright information is forced in your face in the most efficient (read: least fun) way possible?  In fact, the more boring it seems, the better!  

Not much is less human.  Not much feels less human.

Why is it considered wrong to want to satisfy your body and mind in the course of daily living?  Culture tells me that, unless I sit behind the same desk at the same fucking time every fucking day, doing something that bored the shit out of me while watching the sun course through the sky in a filter of UV-deflective glass, I will not be able to live a decent life.  I will not be able to afford health insurance, dental work, decent food or a good place to live.  Why not?

How would I like to live, then?  At the rate I'm "figuring it out", I may never know know, but I do know that there are certain ways that I don't want to live.  I don't want to sit on my ass all day - it doesn't feel good and it's so fucking boring.  I mean, what's the point of it?  You sit, you can't even think meaningful or interesting thoughts, you sit upright in the same place for 8 hours each day, move your fingertips and virtually move things around but what are you doing?  You're literally a cog in a very unforgiving machine.  Your body and your mind rot so that someone else can sit around and think?  Is that true?  Does it matter?  Does it matter why you're rotting?  - whether there's a cultural excuse for the loss of your freedom?  What did you do?  What did I do?

Don't be in a desk jockey shit hole.  It will kill you while you breathe - and dying is no way to live.