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life sucks.
you're pulled, screaming into a world of arrogance, of lies, malice, greed, ignorance, and uneducated hate - to parents who don't know a thing about' parenting', but they love you very much and that's all you have to counteract the emotional issues, inherited addictions, irritating tendencies, and self worth problems that you have to carry with you for the rest of your life.
you're then sent off to school where you spend the next 12 consecutive years being conditioned and brainwashed, so at your impressionable, trusting young age, you dont begin thinking too freely or radically, because this utopian society should not have it's gilded face marred by yet another uncontrollable threat to the system of iron-fisted control over the faith-blinded sheep of the population.
you're growing up alongside other little children who form their cliques and their groups and their gangs that you're not allowed to be a part of because they're better than you.
they, in their same state of shit stained, unstable and lies, death and divorce ridden lifestyle, are better than you.
you're being told you need people and you need their approval and their comradary and their friendship.
because if you're alone, you're abnormal. you're to be shunned anyway.
you spend these years fighting for the approval of those they've appointed as teachers, as controllers of the mind and what it retains.
fighting and working for the grades they hand out like candy.
you learn how to play the game.
then some years later you decide that it would be 'smart'
that it would be in your best interest
to spend thousands upon thousands of your parents' dollars to attend some form of college.
so you can prolong this system of feed and regurgitate.
but it's all you've ever known.
so continue it, or stop it.
drop out, get a job working for the system and every official member of society will either tell you that you've made a mistake, or they'll be very, very disappointed in you.
or go to school where it feels like your'e hiding from the cat and mouse system for just a bit longer.
and if you finish, you may go on to work for the system, keeping society in it's peaceful, flawed little loop, feeding the fat man at the top of the chain.
while you exhaust yourself for every dollar, whether or not you notice it because maybe you went to college to get a degree so you could do somehting you 'love' as a career.
you paid for the blinders.
and every day you'll wake up in the dark hours of the morning next to a person you love with all your heart
or maybe you dont.
and you'll pull yourself out into the cold world with your lifeblood cup of coffee and your itching, burning eyes
and you'll slave away like a horse for a carrot, regardless of what you or the horse has to pull in order to get it.
because you've got your own starving family to feed.
and they're forced to tell you you're special. that you have talents and abilities they couldnt find anywhere else. that they couldnt just get from someone who learned the same skills who went to the same college as you. you need to feel important. otherwise, what's the point?
and maybe you'll go home after work and get obsessed with the celebrities, who glitter in their perfection and their riches, who cover every available space with their plastic faces and their meaningless 'artistic' works and 'problems'.
maybe you'll get into expensive clothing, - give your money to the designers and the consultants who spit on those like you, who live to dress models with reconstructed bodies so they can stomp down a runway and have money literally thrown at them - to hide the appearance of the state you're living in.
because it's very important that others think highly of you.
it's important to associate yourself with the celebrities and the fashion models and the bands you look up to in whatever way you can because they're the crest of society. the laquered perfection.
everyone knows they're not.
but nobody believes it.
because they are our gods and if our gods arent worthy of deification then what the hell do we have to live for?
you'll bury your head in the sand of the internet, of television, of the latest technology and whatever else you can use to distract youself from the screaming and the white noise of the world you live in, so you can sleep that night.
they all know this.
and they use it, make no mistake.
maybe after a few decades of this, if you're lucky and went to school like they told you to, perhaps you can go live out the remainder of your life on some sun soaked beach in a small house with paper shades and rich luxurious wood floors, and warm air.
supporting your grandchildren as they embark on school journeys of their own, while you battle creaking bones and aching muscles that have broken down after so many years of negligent abuse
until it gets so bad that you can no longer fend for yourself.
where in the wild, you would be subject to predator attacks and infectious disease, instead you're exiled to a facility with pastel wallpaper, waxy plastic plants, and stale, overperfumed air.
where you will spend the rest of your days waiting for visits from people who are yet still useful and independent, who must take time out of their busy, busy day to sit and talk with you for an hour or two.
and so you might look back on your fading memories like small glimmers of stars in your vast night sky of wasted life; of first kisses and falling in love between periods of heartbreak, times of unsupervised inebriation, experiences like concerts or vacations you paid so much for, or spontaneous, however shortlived possession of large amounts of money. you'll remember the 'friends' who didnt fuck you over and times that you laughed so hard that you cried.
pity as it is, these things are often magnified to ease the horrid and consuming feeling of overwhelming negativity in the universe.
and then you die.