a product of the very machinary i deplore. and the reason i dislike it is the feeling that i am a product. a consumer good sold to parents.

i think a problem with McDonalds, Dan Snyder, and capitalism in general is that you live it not feeling like a real human being. feelings and the human experience are completely void. lives are waged and shallow graves are bought and sold. i guess in perspective, however, the valuation of emotions is far less important than basic things, like being able to eat everyday, say what i want to say, and live in safety.

capitalism is responsible for the very comfortable way i live, yet i am repulsed by it in some manner. i feel like i have been robbed of a true life yet feel inconsiderate whining about it. when you see poor people on a regular basis, it makes you question whether you deserved what youve had and deserve what you have coming to you. i dont feel like ive done much to earn where i am.

here i am, a flaw in the machine that was to bare children enslaved to money, boundaries, the establishment. i guess indulging in my own self defeats is pointless but acceptance is crucial for an insecure and lonely kid.