Why can't you just be normal?
The norm.
The absolute standard you should conform to. Doesn't matter if everyone's different. Doesn't matter if, away from society's eyes, you're a deviant fuck. Got to keep up appearances. Got to do what they expect you to. Got to be a mindless robot!
If you think about it, it all comes down to your choices. Being normal it to surrender the ability to choose. You must have your own place, maybe the white picket fence, two cars, 2.6 kids, a loving wife, a dog and an office with a view. That's what any normal person would want, right?
So basically, you'll have to have a standard, 9 to 6 job (40h/week). You get up, go to work, eat dinner, maybe go out or rest at home and go to sleep. Rinse and repeat. They say hell is repitition, anyway! You got to have money. Money is the purpose, the reason for your existence. Why? Well, the more stuff you have, the happier you are. Come on, don't you watch commercials? Even a pack of bubble gum will come standard equipped with friends at a beach, babes in bikini and a smile from ear to ear.
In the end you end up with a house that you're never in, because you're at work. It has tons of shit you don't need, the latest home entertainment system that you never use, because you get home late and can't push up the volume and a bunch of expensive carpets because someone has to feed the dust mites. You have a car, which you use to get to and from work. You have clothes, that you need for work. Kids always look great on family pictures, regarless of how little time you spend with them, right? The wife... well, a job or fucking the pool boy should keep her entertained. She has to look good though, you wanna show off at office parties.
And remember, in the end, when it's all said and done, they'll give you a nice pension, so that you can enjoy all those wonderfull medicines that will keep you alive way beyond your designated time. Hey, if you die, the kids will have no one to neglect or stuff in a retirement home, right? Plus, shitting yourself was fun when you were a kid, why not now?
So, normality. Waste your childhood in mind-numbing exercises and useless classes, so that your parents don't have to put up with you. Work, work... WORK. Get old, discarted and die. Hey, it's what you're expected to do.
Fuck being normal!
The absolute standard you should conform to. Doesn't matter if everyone's different. Doesn't matter if, away from society's eyes, you're a deviant fuck. Got to keep up appearances. Got to do what they expect you to. Got to be a mindless robot!
If you think about it, it all comes down to your choices. Being normal it to surrender the ability to choose. You must have your own place, maybe the white picket fence, two cars, 2.6 kids, a loving wife, a dog and an office with a view. That's what any normal person would want, right?
So basically, you'll have to have a standard, 9 to 6 job (40h/week). You get up, go to work, eat dinner, maybe go out or rest at home and go to sleep. Rinse and repeat. They say hell is repitition, anyway! You got to have money. Money is the purpose, the reason for your existence. Why? Well, the more stuff you have, the happier you are. Come on, don't you watch commercials? Even a pack of bubble gum will come standard equipped with friends at a beach, babes in bikini and a smile from ear to ear.
In the end you end up with a house that you're never in, because you're at work. It has tons of shit you don't need, the latest home entertainment system that you never use, because you get home late and can't push up the volume and a bunch of expensive carpets because someone has to feed the dust mites. You have a car, which you use to get to and from work. You have clothes, that you need for work. Kids always look great on family pictures, regarless of how little time you spend with them, right? The wife... well, a job or fucking the pool boy should keep her entertained. She has to look good though, you wanna show off at office parties.
And remember, in the end, when it's all said and done, they'll give you a nice pension, so that you can enjoy all those wonderfull medicines that will keep you alive way beyond your designated time. Hey, if you die, the kids will have no one to neglect or stuff in a retirement home, right? Plus, shitting yourself was fun when you were a kid, why not now?
So, normality. Waste your childhood in mind-numbing exercises and useless classes, so that your parents don't have to put up with you. Work, work... WORK. Get old, discarted and die. Hey, it's what you're expected to do.
Fuck being normal!
posted by Cash at 8/25/2006 11:03:00 AM
1 Comments:
I truly believe that we should work to live, not live to work.
However, when my world is hectic, random and crazy, there is something almost soothing in the bland, repetitiveness of the daily grind...
I try to live my life to its fullest within the constraints of the so-called "norm". My life is defined by emotions rather than events. Joy, fear, anger, grief, hilarity and intrigue.
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