I am sure my experience is not unique, but I still want to ask – what are we even doing? Wake up, commute for an hour among the most retarded assholes on earth, do shit for Corpo god, pay 20 bucks for lunch, do more shit for Corpo god, commute again with the most retarded people on Earth again but they’re even more retarded now, hang out for a could hours, sleep. Repeat ad infinitum.
Why. Why?
The easy answer is: Because if you don’t, you can’t afford shit. Don’t you want to be able to drive instead of riding the nasty metro bus? Don’t you want to pay for electricity so you have nice AC instead of sweating like a roach on Satan’s asshole? Don’t you like being able to afford a steak now-and-then instead of eating 55-cent ramen for every meal? Are we really doing this to perpetuate our comfort?
Sure, it’s great to have a better standard of living, I can’t argue against that. But at the end of the day, that’s really all most people have to show for their effort. It’s a modern-day slavery, but you’ve opted in to this after all, haven’t you? Have I not?
Of course, the next issue would be to answer the question: “What do you want, then?” I don’t fucking know. I want to be comfortable but also motivated. I want to be stable and yet have the freedom to exist at my own pleasure, not the pleasure of the Corpo gods.
Don’t start thinking I’m some dirty communist because I don’t fancy the idea of spending my youth and dignity for 50+ years on someone else’s goals and vision to have very little to show for it after it’s all over.
Some may say you do all this to perpetuate society. It’s for the good of mankind that you spin as a cog in a giant machine. Don’t think too much about it. Is that really the answer?
Some may say it’s all for the glory of God. I’m not really sure that’s true.
Some may say it’s all exploitation – but again, I have opted into this, right?
Every day I apply to likely fake job postings, looking for the one tweak to all this that would make it bearable – remote work. Real permanent like. None of this “hybrid” business. Save me, at the very least, the indignity of the commute – I’ll even take a pay cut.
I don’t need much more out of life, really. I have pretty much everything a guy could ask for. It will never be enough. File this rant under “first world problems”. It doesn’t matter; there’s no escape anyway…
… or is there?
I have to admire people that will stick their neck out and go into business for themselves. become your own “Corpo god” – after all, we all have different talents and aptitude.
My own particular “talents and aptitude” are hard to pin down. I wouldn’t know where to start. I don’t’ ‘t have the time. In my head, I hear in response: “Perfection is the enemy of the good.” So, I’m supposed to just… start doing something for myself? What exactly? And does it pay for my steak and AC?