After a few days clear head you realize,
You can see around you and you can notice how miserable of a person you really are.
Existing in a society is the same flavor of misery as being chained to a job you hate.
Being around people you hate.
Faking interest in boring motherfuckers and their boring motherfucking stories about nothing.
I didn’t do this.
I built imaginary worlds where I’m king.
You.
You built something that works, but something that’s crooked as fuck.
And I’m supposed to slide in there and fit in.
It’s required.
Re-quy-erred.
Fucking stupid.
Listening to your politics and dramas is the exact same flavor of bullshit as listening to a coworker tell you about what they cooked for dinner.
Iran hacks a campaign and you’re reminded of good guy/bad guy shit.
You should quit?
Maybe.
Find a new gig.
Something that suits your brain more appropriately .
Abandon your country.
Because clown paint might have lead in it, and you’re killing yourself every day you paint your stupid face and go out there…
Hmmm.
Stuff to think about.
You don’t think it’s depressing?
It doesn’t drag you down?
Even a little?
I need to know what you know.
Need to know how you navigate this and why you should care.
I do not.
dawn 