“How in the hell could a man (woman) enjoy being awakened at 6:30 A.M. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”
3 months ago, when I wrote When Slaves Promote Slavery, I wasn’t aware of this quote- it is the perfect summary to the 650-word post.
It’s just so scary to think that I’ll be forever stuck doing the same stuff a zillion times over, to think that tomorrow won’t resemble tomorrow anymore.
Yes, I’m aware that almost all bright-eyed, 20 somethings say they’ll build a romantic life and bypass the monotony. That they’ll kill the black and fill their lives with colour. But almost nobody is able to fabricate a permanent colourful web around them. Everybody falls into a regime and the thrill is lost to work forever. Is there a way to escape this?