No Place in the World – Not a Bad Thing

I’ll admit that my loitering on suicide sites and methods takes an upward trend, whenever I’m searching for a Job. Sitting in the same room with the same videos on repeat every day does eventually get to a person…hence my trudging through a gauntlet of pre-judgemntal demands lists made by biological robots with fake personalities.

I most certainly am not the first person with a degree, and quite frankly a plethora of both computer and practical skills to be groveling on minimum wage. There’s people with thrice my skills earning half of what is termed a living wage, everywhere, in every population control pen (country), and every work output parameter category (career). Because I’m not an influencer, and didn’t spend my time whoring myself out for popularity in the mental programing facility (school), the student debt industry (college), or on the human interaction monetization industry (social media), I have none of the connections/mates/friends that shimmy people into the positions that their studies were made for.

At first I feel unwanted, with useless skills (they are, I studied graphic design/VFX/animation and art), soon to be made obsolete by AI. Unable to draw any inspiration from this world’s usual belief hijackers such as patriotism, religion, production/consumtion cults, and worst of all a want to be the best ape: I’m of no use. The world cannot exploit someone who’s belief hasn’t been assigned to contribution for the system.
At the end of it I see that it is a good thing. This world doesn’t want me, I don’t want it to, not that thing….ewww!

This world, little more than a machine that eats all life on a planet, shouldn’t inspire anything, shouldn’t be believed in. None should want to waste time on keeping it functioning. We can only hope that the small communities where people are actually there for eachother will survive when the system, overdriven on gluttony, vomits out and destroys itself in a toxic spectacle of blood and pulverized skyscrapers.