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blustocking) wrote2004-04-28 09:25 pm
blustocking) wrote2004-04-28 09:25 pm
the only way I make it through the day, is to die a little inside
It's not simply irresponsibility that got me in the financial hole I am now, it's a complete and utter lack of respect for money. Money is a convenient system set up to take the place of bartering, of getting what you need as opposed to what you want. It's evolutionary migration to godlike status doesn't mask it for what it really is, an idea, an I.O.U., a plan that got out of hand.
I spent money willingly and "irresponsibly" to gain experience, to try and achieve some semblance of happiness in a country driven by competition and consumerism. All of this time, I've quietly felt like this was my right, to be happy. I never really felt like I was doing anything wrong. Finally, I feel vindicated. There's nothing wrong with not wanting to work long hours at a loathsome job, just to get money to pay off your debt and accumulate more stuff. Always "MORE STUFF MORE STUFF MORE STUFF!" It shouldn't be like this in the first place.
"Our economy is based on spending billions to persuade people that happiness is buying things, and then insisting that the only way to have a viable economy is to make things for people to buy so they'll have jobs and get enough money to buy things." --Philip Slater, The Pursuit of Loneliness
This book is my new bible.
And maybe I'm touchy, maybe I go too far, but it's often the little things about Americans (mainly) that piss me off...
Things like, when I ask you if you are an American Indian or Alaskan Native(this is in relation to my job), don't fucking chuckle and say, "I'm American!" Yeah? No shit, Sherlock. That's not what I asked you and if you weren't such a fucking American©, then you'd think about that question and realize they were American long before you were a drunken glimmer in yer pappy's eye.
See, I don't think Ian understands why I get mad about little things like this, but it's because it's a good indication of the bigger issue, the bigger problem.
No one fucking sees the big picture anymore.
Everything's connected, you fuckwits. Get it together.
Man I'm frustrated.
And no, it's not lack of sex. It's lack of my own space, my own time, combined with calls from creditors, hatred of my job, and a general sense of wanting to change the world but being too tired and angry to do anything but bitch.
I spent money willingly and "irresponsibly" to gain experience, to try and achieve some semblance of happiness in a country driven by competition and consumerism. All of this time, I've quietly felt like this was my right, to be happy. I never really felt like I was doing anything wrong. Finally, I feel vindicated. There's nothing wrong with not wanting to work long hours at a loathsome job, just to get money to pay off your debt and accumulate more stuff. Always "MORE STUFF MORE STUFF MORE STUFF!" It shouldn't be like this in the first place.
"Our economy is based on spending billions to persuade people that happiness is buying things, and then insisting that the only way to have a viable economy is to make things for people to buy so they'll have jobs and get enough money to buy things." --Philip Slater, The Pursuit of Loneliness
This book is my new bible.
And maybe I'm touchy, maybe I go too far, but it's often the little things about Americans (mainly) that piss me off...
Things like, when I ask you if you are an American Indian or Alaskan Native(this is in relation to my job), don't fucking chuckle and say, "I'm American!" Yeah? No shit, Sherlock. That's not what I asked you and if you weren't such a fucking American©, then you'd think about that question and realize they were American long before you were a drunken glimmer in yer pappy's eye.
See, I don't think Ian understands why I get mad about little things like this, but it's because it's a good indication of the bigger issue, the bigger problem.
No one fucking sees the big picture anymore.
Everything's connected, you fuckwits. Get it together.
Man I'm frustrated.
And no, it's not lack of sex. It's lack of my own space, my own time, combined with calls from creditors, hatred of my job, and a general sense of wanting to change the world but being too tired and angry to do anything but bitch.
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Money is the meaning of life. It's sad and sick and wrong.
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Ya wanna fook, Baby?
:D
Was it good for you?
Just be glad
I hit this wall (hopefully for the last time 2 weeks ago)
You are not alone.
Re: Debt
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Get with a program and the calls from creditors stop...
Take care love.
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Thanks, lovely!
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and thanks, i REALLY NEED ANOTHER BOOK TO READ. it should be a nice break from chomsky, though.
--And no, it's not lack of sex--->lol! i get asked that every.time. i bitch about something horrible about the world to some idiot atypical american. i suppose "have you gotten laid in awhile?" is easier than comprehension&communication.
you know, I've never read Chomsky
the american intelligentsia should buy the roosevelt reserve in brazil
That was damn near poetic, and tit-tacular. It should be the title of something.
Don't you know? The only valid time that women should complain is when they're bleeding 'tween their legs or need a hole stuffed. I jest. I guess guys get that too, to be fair...that whole "you edgy. you need fucky." line of logic. Though, I swear one of my exes probably pissed me off on purpose, just to get Angry Sex. There's a line of reasoning here, in this paragraph...but I'll be damned if I can follow it anymore.
yea, 400 yrs later i respond.
i think guys use the "you need to get laid" line to further annoyance until the girl gives up. my co-worker started in on me yesterday, and i gave him $10 and directions to a certain intersection. he continued to bother me and bother me and bother me. oh yeah, thats an example not just a rant, lol.