No matter how old, how wealthy or what color you are, statisticly there’s a bloody good chance you’re in the apathetic percentile of the occidental civilisation. Both feet in the heavy shit-bucket of a self-inflicted status-quo that makes you hate yourself for being happy with. A perfectly oiled life, a mechanism so well designed, it has obliterated all danger, all risk, all chances of doing that great roadtrip through the Mojave desert with that beautiful girlfriend of yours you’ve always dreamed of.
Don’t get me wrong, you’re not to blame.
Nobody is. Not your job, not your wife, not yourself, not even “THA SYSTEM”, the great nemesis of whining weak-hearted activists of all kind. Life’s tough, I know that, finding shelter in a secure yet slightly depressing scheme of life is a perfectly natural and sane thing to do.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not better than you
And unless you’re a 210 pounds tatooed cage-fighter who gets paid to kill sharks with a flame-thrower, I’m pretty much the desperately average fuck like you. Practicing procrastination like some others practice extreme snowboarding. Suffering from slight insomnia, headaches in the morning, late for work, no time for coffee, thinking it’s not too late to turn my life around without ever doing anything serious about it.
Because let’s face it. That shit takes time.
So, brothers, sisters and other average fucks, in all acceptation of our condition, let us be enlighted and in a tremendous and collective effort, create guidelines to make our lives not suck so hard. It will be bloody, it will be hateful, some self-respect will be lost along the way but only to be regained down the road.
Goodnight, shithole
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