Moments of joy with miltary precision
Lately I've been getting a lot of static from the people close to me, I figure it's because I feel a change in me; It's a restlessness, a shift in priority of sorts. I feel I've been too forgiving, I feel I've been too permissive in that I allow myself to be compromised just to avoid making trouble or disturbing the established consciousness. "Better not burn your bridges" "that's harsh! you have no compassion" "you cannot reject this, it is the future, your choice is to conform or be left behind"
fuck it! I'm never going to be in a position to invest in a tomb of my own; full of empty rooms I'll never use. I'll never have kids I' never see because I'm working 3 jobs just to pay off; my car, vacations from my barely endurable existance, and clothes that dissolve in 3 months because the only viable reason for paying the market price for them is an investment in the corporation that employs child slaves, rapes the environment, and abolishes the opportunity for fair local enterprise. I realize in certain situations, because of the modern condition, I am abject to participate in some way, because I am weak; I do not have the facilities to survive in the wild on my own detatched from society. BUT I DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT! I can kill my time and money on a subscription or I can take a stance and challenge it, because yes I have nothing better to do but challange it.
It may be a strong stance to take, but alteast I have the balls to say what I feel instead of excusing what disgusts me.