i don't know what's going to work for you. you gotta figure that out. i'm smart enough to be able to navigate the legal system; maybe you're not. and, let's be frank - i got lucky. i got an opportunity for a big payout....
what's important is that you stop giving up on yourself, and that you stop accepting this idea that there isn't an alternative. there is a way out of your boring job, you just need to sit down and figure it out, and then take the risks required to make a go at it. playing it safe is just going to leave you stuck in the cycle of wage slavery.
i can't tell you what you want, or how to get to it. but, i want to plead with you to try and find a way out.
or, maybe you're ok with working on somebody else's schedule, for somebody else's benefit. maybe you're happy in your slavery. maybe there's comfort in the shadows on the wall....
Friday, November 23, 2018
listen.
you get up and go to work every day, and what do you accomplish? did you ever even think of it like that, or question why you're doing it? or are you just a completely brainwashed, complete fucking idiot that does what they're told because they're told to?
there have been empirical studies on this, and the conclusions are crystal clear: it's impossible to get ahead by going to work. you may end up paying into a mortgage rather than paying into rent - a triviality, at the end of the day. it really doesn't matter what you do, whether you're a janitor or a doctor, you're going to end up busting your ass for nothing of any tangible value. there are obvious reasons why a capitalist society will enforce the sanctity of wage/slave labour, but the actual reality is that it's all just a stupid waste of time, and you're hopelessly stupid to buy into it.
but, working hard at something like a court case against corruption in the police force or the asshole actions of an asshole property owner has the potential for a substantive, tangible payoff that is worth the labour put into doing it. whether it pays off or not, that is labour that is worth applying yourself towards - it is not a waste of time, and not stupid.
and, there's a mirror test here in how you react to this. can you see yourself in the mirror properly? do you understand that you're a slave? or, are you just a brainwashed dipshit that will happily saw their own leg off and give it to the company to sell at a profit, if the boss demands it?
i didn't create this system, but i live in it and have to navigate it, and i'm not going to lobotomize myself for the sake of fitting in. i'm happy to live on very little, but i refuse to waste my time in the workforce. so, i'm going to have to do what the system necessitates i have to do in order to avoid being a miserable slave, or worse. sorry.
if you don't like it, join me in fighting to change the system - or don't. just be a pathetic slave and refuse to realize it. whatever.
you get up and go to work every day, and what do you accomplish? did you ever even think of it like that, or question why you're doing it? or are you just a completely brainwashed, complete fucking idiot that does what they're told because they're told to?
there have been empirical studies on this, and the conclusions are crystal clear: it's impossible to get ahead by going to work. you may end up paying into a mortgage rather than paying into rent - a triviality, at the end of the day. it really doesn't matter what you do, whether you're a janitor or a doctor, you're going to end up busting your ass for nothing of any tangible value. there are obvious reasons why a capitalist society will enforce the sanctity of wage/slave labour, but the actual reality is that it's all just a stupid waste of time, and you're hopelessly stupid to buy into it.
but, working hard at something like a court case against corruption in the police force or the asshole actions of an asshole property owner has the potential for a substantive, tangible payoff that is worth the labour put into doing it. whether it pays off or not, that is labour that is worth applying yourself towards - it is not a waste of time, and not stupid.
and, there's a mirror test here in how you react to this. can you see yourself in the mirror properly? do you understand that you're a slave? or, are you just a brainwashed dipshit that will happily saw their own leg off and give it to the company to sell at a profit, if the boss demands it?
i didn't create this system, but i live in it and have to navigate it, and i'm not going to lobotomize myself for the sake of fitting in. i'm happy to live on very little, but i refuse to waste my time in the workforce. so, i'm going to have to do what the system necessitates i have to do in order to avoid being a miserable slave, or worse. sorry.
if you don't like it, join me in fighting to change the system - or don't. just be a pathetic slave and refuse to realize it. whatever.
at
22:25
the actual fact is that i create almost no body odour because i create almost no hair. i know how this works, but it's the hair that acts as the petri dish.
i've mentioned here repeatedly that i've never grown chest hair - which is strange because the male relatives on both sides are quite hairy. my maternal grandmother is scandinavian on her mother's side (and irish on her father's side), which is at least somewhat of an explanation, but it's a bit of a distance - and while it's not exactly a scientifically valid analysis regarding chest hair genes, my mother is very dark-haired and would more readily pass as saami than swedish, which throws that much more of a wrench into the distance. i have that one norse ancestor, far back, my grandmother's grandfather. my grandmother actually told me the other day that her own old finnish grandmother had a rather asiatic phenotype, which i find somewhat intriguing given that my father is rumoured to have had some cree in him; as i may be siberian on both sides, there's a chance i could show up with a plurality of "asian" genes. my mom actually looks more native american than my father did, but it's apparently from a laplander source, and not from some obscured affair out in saskatchewan, in my grandmother's youth...
so, if the reason i have no chest hair is from a distant collection of genes passed on down to me on the female side from my great-grandmother's father, so be it. it's an empirical question, certainly. i'm skeptical.
i used to grow pit hair, but it's been down to almost nothing for years. i can go five or six months without needing to shave them, and what does come in is very scattered and faint. this is certainly hormonal, because there was hair there at one point, for sure. but it means that i don't get that heavy stench. that said, there's a caveat: i'm in good shape. i was biking fairly strenuously today, and i barely broke a sweat, so i was just left with a faint odour of lady speedstick when i got my jacket off. if my pits are going to stink it's more likely to be from humidity, and then they kind of pick up the smell in the air.
no. the smell that's been bothering me when i came in isn't from exercise. it's from a toxic mixture of car exhaust, cigarette smoke, natural gas furnaces and other local pollutants. it's the air quality. it's the pollution.
i've mentioned here repeatedly that i've never grown chest hair - which is strange because the male relatives on both sides are quite hairy. my maternal grandmother is scandinavian on her mother's side (and irish on her father's side), which is at least somewhat of an explanation, but it's a bit of a distance - and while it's not exactly a scientifically valid analysis regarding chest hair genes, my mother is very dark-haired and would more readily pass as saami than swedish, which throws that much more of a wrench into the distance. i have that one norse ancestor, far back, my grandmother's grandfather. my grandmother actually told me the other day that her own old finnish grandmother had a rather asiatic phenotype, which i find somewhat intriguing given that my father is rumoured to have had some cree in him; as i may be siberian on both sides, there's a chance i could show up with a plurality of "asian" genes. my mom actually looks more native american than my father did, but it's apparently from a laplander source, and not from some obscured affair out in saskatchewan, in my grandmother's youth...
so, if the reason i have no chest hair is from a distant collection of genes passed on down to me on the female side from my great-grandmother's father, so be it. it's an empirical question, certainly. i'm skeptical.
i used to grow pit hair, but it's been down to almost nothing for years. i can go five or six months without needing to shave them, and what does come in is very scattered and faint. this is certainly hormonal, because there was hair there at one point, for sure. but it means that i don't get that heavy stench. that said, there's a caveat: i'm in good shape. i was biking fairly strenuously today, and i barely broke a sweat, so i was just left with a faint odour of lady speedstick when i got my jacket off. if my pits are going to stink it's more likely to be from humidity, and then they kind of pick up the smell in the air.
no. the smell that's been bothering me when i came in isn't from exercise. it's from a toxic mixture of car exhaust, cigarette smoke, natural gas furnaces and other local pollutants. it's the air quality. it's the pollution.
at
20:15
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