I don’t think people understand what I mean when I say that I think work is horrible. They don’t understand that sometimes things literally render me incapable of pushing any further. It becomes so strenuous to do things, when I have lost the will to do them. My body itself will protest in tandem with my mind, against things which they decide they don’t want to do. No matter how much of my own will, through contradictory forces I try to counteract these feelings, it’s no use. You call that laziness? What that is isn’t laziness, because I try to do things sometimes, but the fact is that I am incapable of doing things which I don’t want to do. It’s an absurd conjecture, right? Well, you can protest as much as you want, but my conjecture remains absolutely honest.

Another thing, is that I find certain things absolutely terrifying. The prospects of work, boring and tedious, mind numbing work, produce inordinate dread. It’s always been my habit, throughout my time in the forced labor - education system of my country, to almost completely put off doing work, in favor of more enjoyable things. Where has it left me? You could say that I’m a failure, if you look at it from the opposite side, the side that favors the conditions that poor saddude69 has had to endure. Or, you could look at it as a failure of the system, it has let me down, it’s put me through a system which doesn’t match my qualities. You can’t deny, either way, that school is not built for all types of people, it is only a one way assembly line, built for people to do work or fail.

A lot of people, who I have strong names for which I can’t even begin to describe - we’ll just call them morons - have said that I am lazy, and that I need to get my act together. Ladies and gentlemen, can you honestly say that these people have any ground to stand on? Can you honestly favor their arguments over my conjectures? I am a dreamer, my time isn’t now, I wasn’t born into the right era. I was born too smart for this world, I was born for a time when churches didn’t pock the face of this planet, where reason and fairness are favorable over unfairness and superstition. All societal woes can be linked back to the church, if only as a parallel. What the education system, and what the larger system, the system of the job world really is, is a system based off of superstition. Superstition, in that it doesn’t use methods that work, but are used and believed in anyways. That seems like faith to me.

I execrate the modern age, it’s irate. The future is where reason grows brighter. Right now, we’re living in a ridiculous age. Most of the people around this world don’t think, they can’t be bothered with critical thinking. I realize now, that every time I have felt stupid it’s only because I have a mind that’s been bothered to think about things, more deeply than the people around me who seem so confident; confident in their ignorant. The words flow so fluently out of me when I berate those people around me, it’s like a pressure that’s built up inside of me that just comes flooding out when I think about the ignorant saps who are a cancer in this world. Perpetuating all the unfavorable, unfair circumstances, creating them themselves. Those pompous imbeciles, so sanctimonious and full of pride over their miserable, fucked up creation.

Oh, I know all too well that I’m shouting into oblivion. I’ve taken my time to argue with people whose views dissent my own, I know how challenging it is to see eye to eye on anything, in the great twisted and convoluted tangle of thoughts inside the minds of others. Reason, logic, critical thinking, these are things lost on the modern person, the person who eats up the facade of the world around. You see how futile my harangue is. The only thing that will show through all the ignorant bigots of this age, is the proof of the progress of humanity and technology. When it becomes undeniable, the idiots who were too stupid and bigoted to see the things I’m seeing right now, because of their willful ignorance, will finally have to submit to the tide of change. When I am dead, if my writings are still here years later, they’ll venerate those people like me, who saw so clearly through the lies, who were denied the life they were born to live. RIP to my dreams, the future will awake to my reality.