I Find Myself becoming more and more disgusted by people and things. By that, I mean that I find people more and more vulgar and simplistic and sheep-like. Always wanting a little bit more, a little bit of extra gold plated debt.
I don’t know what it was. Maybe I’ve read too much, or read the wrong things, to make me think this. Everything that people do seems so acidic to what actually being happy constitutes, that I can’t help but see them as lost, parasitic people. Waddling around the malls, finding more furniture, bigger televisions to put on credit, more shiny trinkets to fill their homes with. And fuck me if I know why they do it.
Working jobs they hate, so they can buy things for people they used to care about, so their kids can get into State-U, and graduate with 100K in debt that their accounting job will help them pay off just before their own spoiled, entitled, gilded children go to State-U too, so they can continue the cycle. But don’t worry about it, just do what you’re told and don’t forget to get that new instant-starbucks-coffee-maker and the latest aluminum-and-glass iWhatever that’s got an extra .5gb of storage and a 10x zoom. And don’t you want to take that shitty summer cruise around Alabama that doesn’t go anywhere, just so they can brag to their “friends” about the mediocre food and shitty view of oil dericks.
And it’s not like these cruises offer any real relaxation or simplicity- oh no, it’s all activities designed to keep lazy women liquored up, and oversexed men busy ogling the 19-year-old activities co-coordinator. And lets not forget the fact that the vacation, just like the rest of these lives, is just a big gilded turd, recently proven by the fact that once the electricity gets shut off, by day two, the seemingly respectable and vaunted middle classes with their electronics, designer clothes, and soul crushing boredom start caking the walls in their own shit because they can’t check Gmail.