seekeroftruth
Well-known member
Sometimes I feel like a corpse, a floating skin sack.
I am going back to work tomorrow from a week of holidays and one thing I learned is that as much as I love time off I am too depressed and messed up to truly enjoy it. It was a great opportunity to reflect on my dissatisfaction with life.
We live in a society where we are so accustomed to our creature comforts that we submit ourselves
to 40+ hours a week in order to fulfill this fantasy. I am as guilty of this too for
I was born in this, brainwashed in it, and learned too late to look behind the veil.
The only way I can be sucessful in this world is if I become independently wealthy or get paid for
my imagination. I have talent and I believe my ideas even strike a balance between mass appeal and
subversive, unabashed creativity. But alas, the system is designed for it to be as difficult as possible for one to become an independant success.
The fact that humans came up with the concept of slavery and the way we treat other species on this planet as nothing more than disposable garbage leaves me with 0% hope for this fuckup of a species we call human.
Media outlets should be used for education and awareness but instead it is only used as another extension for our consumerist, selfish, hopeless system. The education system should help individuals find "their" own paths instead of being used as slave training centers.
Work reviews and drug tests are only the beginning for we will soon all be begging for the privilege to bag groceries and dig ditches. Most of the time when I talk of these things people react with a quote similar to the following, "find another job if you don't like it and stop bitching". I look through the classifieds and more often than not this is what I find:
general labourer, sales clerk, sandwich artist, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...
and after reading all that I think to myself "My god, it's like the help wanted ads are a window into my soul's desire".
I envy people who go to bed to never wake up, their last earthly memory being nice and warm under a soft comfortable blanket. I am worried I will find enough time between work, errands, and my real work to do something not very nice to myself. Until then I will root against the human species and hope for human extinction ASAP.
Signing off,
Seeker of Truth
I am going back to work tomorrow from a week of holidays and one thing I learned is that as much as I love time off I am too depressed and messed up to truly enjoy it. It was a great opportunity to reflect on my dissatisfaction with life.
We live in a society where we are so accustomed to our creature comforts that we submit ourselves
to 40+ hours a week in order to fulfill this fantasy. I am as guilty of this too for
I was born in this, brainwashed in it, and learned too late to look behind the veil.
The only way I can be sucessful in this world is if I become independently wealthy or get paid for
my imagination. I have talent and I believe my ideas even strike a balance between mass appeal and
subversive, unabashed creativity. But alas, the system is designed for it to be as difficult as possible for one to become an independant success.
The fact that humans came up with the concept of slavery and the way we treat other species on this planet as nothing more than disposable garbage leaves me with 0% hope for this fuckup of a species we call human.
Media outlets should be used for education and awareness but instead it is only used as another extension for our consumerist, selfish, hopeless system. The education system should help individuals find "their" own paths instead of being used as slave training centers.
Work reviews and drug tests are only the beginning for we will soon all be begging for the privilege to bag groceries and dig ditches. Most of the time when I talk of these things people react with a quote similar to the following, "find another job if you don't like it and stop bitching". I look through the classifieds and more often than not this is what I find:
general labourer, sales clerk, sandwich artist, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...
and after reading all that I think to myself "My god, it's like the help wanted ads are a window into my soul's desire".
I envy people who go to bed to never wake up, their last earthly memory being nice and warm under a soft comfortable blanket. I am worried I will find enough time between work, errands, and my real work to do something not very nice to myself. Until then I will root against the human species and hope for human extinction ASAP.
Signing off,
Seeker of Truth