Double Selfish Monstrosities!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!  That was a scream of pain, frustration, and despair.  It's official.  It's happened again.  I dread going to work.  The best thing about my workplace is dogs are allowed to be there.  Also, a very cute little girl with a lot of curly blonde hair recently blew a kiss to me.  So it only sucks 99% of the time.
I don't talk very much to my coworkers, because I don't wish to participate in certain recurring sorts of conversations.  They frequently talk about the meat they like to eat.  What am I supposed to say to that?  "I hope you fucking choke on it" comes to mind.  They also talk about their kids and grandkids.  They show pictures as well.  What do I say to that?  "Now, just how many kids have you brought into this brutal, miserable world to suffer?"  That's what I mean by double selfish monstrosities.  Eating meat is selfish, because it's cruel, and you don't need it to survive.  Bringing babies into this fucked-up, dangerous world is selfish.  Procreating is arguably the most selfish thing you can do.  Or perhaps eating meat is.  They're both way up there.  But, unfortunately, for people and animals alike, it's the norm.  It's typical.  And that's what these people are: typical.  They bore and anger the fuck out of me.      

Smiles & Lies

Smiles and lies try to hide the truth about life in our society.  Watch TV and you'll see plenty of it: especially in commercials.  Smiling people trying to sell shit to miserable people.
Post your pics of you putting your faces together smiling on Fakebook.  Don't post pics of the truth behind the façade: pain, loneliness, despair. 
At work, I dealt with some customers.  I was polite to them.  As the couple was walking away, the woman said, loudly, probably for my benefit, "Hi.  How are you?"  I think she was criticizing me for not saying "How are you?" to them.  I don't like it when cashiers ask me how I am, because I know they don't care.  Why would you want someone who doesn't know you, and doesn't care about you, to ask you how you are?  I don't understand it.  This woman, who I think is a piece of fucking shit, must like all that fake shit.  She must like living a fake and phony life.  I pity her.
Biological parenthood is where the most smiles and lies come from.  Bring a little baby into this fucked-up world to cheer your selfish ass up.  Smile at your cute little baby as you ignore all the pain, shit, and misery that person will have to go through as a result of your pathetic unprotected sex.  Lie to yourself that you haven't done a very cruel thing by subjecting your child to all the shit that life has to offer.
I'm so tired.  I'm in such pain.  It's only going to get worse.

Too Many People

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.