As I mentioned previously, I'm working on an eBook, so I don't have much time for this, but I feel it's time I express myself again. I've endured plenty of onslaughts at work. As a cashier in a store, I feel as though I've had to deal with wave upon wave of zombie shoppers. Today was certainly one of those days: just one person after another. People lining up to buy stuff. An endless stream of people. I've written it before; I have no kids, but I have to deal with the result of too many people. I have to be bombarded with them over and over again.
Some might think I should be grateful. Without all those customers, I wouldn't have a job. Without all those customers, I might have chugged antifreeze or jumped or hanged myself by now. According to my beliefs, death is a nice long slumber. I'm not really suicidal. It occurred to me, what if antidepressants are just good enough to keep people from killing themselves? They're still living shitty lives that they hate; they just don't want to kill themselves as much as they used to. It's a scary thought. I imagine the so-called elite, the super rich, would want it that way. They don't want the people who scrub their toilets to die, because they certainly don't want to do it.
That's part of the reason why I continue here. If I kill myself, there will be some sort of an explanation left behind. Maybe it will help people understand depression and suicide.
I work with someone who has autism. Today, a customer was wearing some sort of a run to stop autism shirt. It made me think-if you don't want your kid to get autism, then how about not bringing him or her into a world where autism exists?
Money and status aren't the most important things. Animals are more important, and so is being someone who can truly say that they have brought neither people nor animals into this brutal world.
Pregnant women are disgusting to me. The men who got them pregnant are equally disgusting. I certainly don't think pregnant women deserve any special treatment. They are bringing an innocent baby into a fucked-up, violent world of pain and despair.
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