you know what shits me? the fact that not wanting to accept the archaic capitalist cult mindset of “live to work” is still seen as alternative.
you’re the “other”, the “outlier”, the “weirdo” for saying “hey maybe this isn’t how humans were meant to live”.
i hate that i’m constantly being reassured “you just need to see a therapist about depression and anxiety, you’ll be alright” when we all know the problem is fucking capitalism.
i despise being a slave for the benefit of my out-of-touch boss’ wallet.
i can’t stand having to turn up every day and pretend i’m grateful to be selling my soul and my time just to answer some inane email.
i’m tired of thanking my company, as though i’m fucking oliver twist, for “allowing” me a minuscule amount of time to have a life, a couple of days a year to experience the world outside the four walls of a depressing office.
it feels absolutely pathetic, but what’s worse is my inability to exit the cycle… because being poor is one of the most expensive things on earth.
i really hope there’s at least one person out there who can relate to this.