I understand why working people look forward to the weekend so much. Until two weeks ago, every day was a weekend for me. Now I have seen the other side and I want to go back!
In a way it's disgusting the way we live. I'm sitting at a desk that is littered with unnecessary junk. I'm going to bed early because I have to get up and drive to a job that I hate to prepare for a future I'm not so sure I want.
And I have a good life!
It's sad that I have to make conflict with trinkets and gainful employment because I have nothing else to be mad about. I'm not oppressed or hungry or cold or naked. Yet I feel emboldened to take on the "challenges" of living like a wage slave by posting whiny rants on the Internet like so many people gone before me. This has to be the end of humanity. We've so mastered our lives that our conflicts have moved inward.
But I'm not going to be the one to change it. The tides keep rolling, man keeps bettering himself. All that's left now is to conquer mortality, send it the way of God and the A-cup breast.
So what does a suburban, middle-class WASP like me do now? The only thing left to do: become a Hipster. . . . . .