We’re the only fucking species aware of our own mortality. Yet every fucking day we let a handful of talking apes convince us that we need to serve them in order to justify our existence? I never fucking asked to be here. Life is simple. Just don’t die. That’s literally all other animals need to worry about. Yet here I am day in day out spending half my waking existence held hostage to the greed of stupid fucking primates while hyper aware that I could just drop dead at any moment and and I don’t want the last fucking thing I do be work. I don’t give a fuck about being a productive member of society. I want to read, I want to hike, I want to eat, I want to fuck. The fact that I have to spend half my time doing shit I don’t care about is torture to me. Knowing damn well none of this means jack shit and doesn’t have to be this way pisses me off. Fuck work