From my personal journal...
January 27, 2015
It's amazing, you find clarity of mind in the strangest places. Halfway through my work shift I realize I've been talking the talk, now I have to walk my walk. I hate capitalism. I mean HATE it. Like getting teeth pulled, like squash, like child abuse, like religion. I fucking hate it. Even with the Obama administration doing what it could to pull us from the brink over the past 6-7 years, it remains so rabid and unrestrained. We're not encouraged to go out and make friends, we're told to network. We view human beings as commodities, or utilities to be manipulated and disposed of once they have no more viability to us. And this is the irony of being me; misanthrope that I am, having little to no hope left in my own species, I still don't like viewing people in that light.
Apologies if you were looking for something long-winded and profound. Just a little flash rant.
January 27, 2015
It's amazing, you find clarity of mind in the strangest places. Halfway through my work shift I realize I've been talking the talk, now I have to walk my walk. I hate capitalism. I mean HATE it. Like getting teeth pulled, like squash, like child abuse, like religion. I fucking hate it. Even with the Obama administration doing what it could to pull us from the brink over the past 6-7 years, it remains so rabid and unrestrained. We're not encouraged to go out and make friends, we're told to network. We view human beings as commodities, or utilities to be manipulated and disposed of once they have no more viability to us. And this is the irony of being me; misanthrope that I am, having little to no hope left in my own species, I still don't like viewing people in that light.
Apologies if you were looking for something long-winded and profound. Just a little flash rant.
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