Fitter Happier?

Lo siento, simplemente sentí el impulso de escribirlo en inglés. ¿Debería traducirlo?

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Just hanging around today. Good, not talking too much.

Just… good. OK.

No obsetionating (no idea if that word exists or if it’s well-written) ideas, no delirium, no strong feelings. I’m floating in liquid, in a quiet place. All just smooth, calmed, steady. Silence within. One of those rare days that I feel “normal”. Or almost.

Boring but good. Sometimes I think it’d be nice to have more of these days.

Boring.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a great idea.
Maybe it’s them. Sometimes -more often lately- I wish to just go, to end school once and for all. And leave.

I’m not all that sure. Would I really, really like to be (in Radiohead’s words) “a pig in a cage on antibiotics”? A really odd metaphore (but then again, it’s Radiohead [and I love them]) , but that’s not the point. Would I’d be happier being all that?

Honestly, I don’t think so. I believe it’s better to have moments and moments, just to stay awake. I hate rutine, monotony (not sure if that’s well-written).

I understand them, Radiohead. I agree.

I supouse you don’t understand shit, so here are the lirycs:

Fitter, happier,
more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well (no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole),
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then),
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall),
favours for favours,
fond but not in love,
charity standing orders,
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash (also on sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows,
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish;
at a better pace,
slower and more calculated
-no chance of escape-,
now self-employed,
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat),
a good memory,
still cries at a good film,
still kisses with saliva,
no longer empty and frantic,
like a cat
tied to a stick,
that’s driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness),
calm,
fitter, healthier and more productive,
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics.

(Radiohead – Album “OK Computer” – Fitter Happier)