Afternoon Rant

Master Yoda said it best: Fear leads to anger, Anger leads to hate. My family raised me to fear. Fear the world, fear their belts, their words, fear people. Fear what everyone thinks of you, whatever they have to say. I'm angry. I go to bed angry, I wake up angry. Half the time I don't even see people. I see cogs in a wheel or zombies, people absolutely no passion for anything they do. No passion at all only impetus; money, food, shelter, loneliness, so many of our most basic fears are tied to the most needs and the looming possibility of having to be without them. They've done a hell of a job sewing this fear into our parents and our parents gave it to us. I was convinced to “Play it safe” so many years…everyone around me just want to live in their box and I hate them for it. I hate them; I hated my parents, my family, and my friends who live their live to work a nine to five that won’t let them their lives. And these people having children for fuck’s sake! Having them and teaching that same horse shit to them. Having children doesn’t even have a purpose anymore. It’s just a something you do. Just a simple biological function. A byproduct of the pursuit of basic needs. I hate where I am. I hate this state. I hate this country. I hate the people. I hate myself being born to, raised by, and becoming one of these people…

Okay, I'm done.