I want to shoot myself in the face.
It’s 2007 which means:
#1: It’s no longer 2006 and #2: I now have to work mainly from the office.
“If you can work from home your job can be done from India.”
That is what they tell us. I have gotten to the point where I don’t give a shit. The entire country is going to Hell, Oprah says that Detroit is the poorest city in America, and there are honestly people who feel that George W. is a good president.
So here’s my take on it. Please take note that I am writing this at work while on the clock. America got fat and lazy. The entire country is one fat lazy couch potato. I’m not sure how much is our fault and I’m not sure who to blame the other portion on, but I can’t help but feel like it’s the truth.
We are pros at expecting. We expect to have jobs, we expect to be the greatest, we expect our porn to be quality if we paid $50.00 for the DVD! It just isn’t about us anymore. It’s about the globe. It’s about so many things that my tiny little high school diploma brain cannot even grasp it’s enormity.
- Note: On surveys and shit why is “Some college” an option. Does it really matter? I think not, but then again who am I.
Let me now speak for me. I just don’t care anymore. The government is going to do what they want to do. It doesn’t matter what I think or what I vote. I’m too worried about me and my life. My lack of job, my lack of money, and my need for something more substantial in my life than VH1’s Best Of shows. And if I did want to make a difference where would I ever start? It’s all just too much. Too much for me and I like to think that I am part of the masses.
So here’s the gist of it. America needs a good ass whooping. We have been standing on clouds for far too long now. We need to get brought to our knees to remember what it is like to feel humble. America became something out of nothing, but that was a long time ago. People forget, it’s human nature. My generation hasn’t had a revolution or a depression. We’ve been spoon fed on USDA beef and poor public education. If I fight, what the Hell am I fighting for?
I am going to be 29 this Monday. I am no where near the place I thought I would be at this time in my life. Perhaps this rant is a part of this realization. I’m losing it, perhaps it has already been lost.
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