When you reach your last day on earth and you look back at your life, does it seem strange that this is all there was? Working every day, feeling exhausted all weekend, going back to work every day, paying bills, doing all that god-forsaken math to balance your budget, with brief moments of spontaneous enjoyment like little rays of sunshine piercing through an otherwise stifling room? Well, at least you got to stack some boxes every day at work for 25, 30 years, and at least you got a change of scenery every time you changed jobs or got laid off. At least you got to enjoy generic coffee from generic company who employs people who get to put coffee grinds into a coffee tin for countless years and then die.
And if another person tells me to just work hard and you’ll succeed, I’ll have to ask them what I’m meant to succeed at, and why I should like the idea of any of it. Either that, or punch them in the face. Not sure which.
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I like the idea of punching them in the face lol.
No, really though, succeed at what? We are all born. We all live. And we all die. So we succeeded at death I guess. Idk
The thought of punching those satisfied with menial tasks in the face is slightly lackluster.
My vote is the patented throat punch. It keeps the morons from spewing out more atrocities of social conformity for a while. I believe the old saying is to ‘hit 2 birds with 1 stone’ ..or in this case fist.
We can hypothesize our purposes, but, a young man on acid today realized that matter is just a slow vibration of atoms, and we are merely an imagination of ourselves.. here’s Tom with the weather..
That reminds me of something I heard someone say once – “To win a bet, I once killed two stones with one bird!”
Chuck Norris actually did that.
I’d say a punch to the face. It would break the monotony of stacking boxes for a little while.
What we’re meant to succeed at? Oh dear, did you not get the Ruling Class Manisfesto? Us peons were meant to live a life of crushing debt and servitude, so that the ruling class can get another 20 yachts within a yacht. Our lives were designed this way, with just “enough” rays of sunshine piercing through so that we, the ants, won’t revolt.
Thankfully birth control is making the yacht class rethink a bit.
A punch to the face will just beam down questions from a stance of authority/conformity? “How crazy of you to do that so unexpectedly!” “Who do you think you are, that isn’t LEGAL?”
A punch to the throat will at least silence them for a little bit, after doing it hard enough, maybe.
I had also considered the idea of carrying a clown mask with me, putting it on and saying, “My mama always told me never to hit a person with a pair of glasses, but in your case…” And then slapping them with a pair of glasses.
Btw, your rorschach blott looks like an angry pokemon.