My grandma is in the hospital and will probably have to have her foot amputated because it's bleeding too much, which will mean the end of assisted living. She won't be happy about it. I'm sad. She and I have been close in life.
I'm spending my Christmas alone with Mr. Keiko and Ms. Medusa and Liver loaf, don't judge. I've been mostly asleep this past week. I had pretty dreams last night. My cats fought over who gets to snuggle me the most. They are wonderful animals. I left plenty of food out for them.
Anyway,
I woke up and thought about how America has the stupidest peasants on the planet. Yes, I'm one, but yeah.
We have way too much self-esteem and no self-knowledge. Everyone says I have self-esteem issues. Really, I've been fighting with the garbage can my whole life.
What gets me about this revolution or power switch here is that peasants think they will get treats like immortality for helping people like me. This is annoying for me because I get a bunch of lesions in my brain. If they wanted to help me, they'd have someone teach me life skills and help me cook, not blame everything on mental illness and dismember an organ that affects everything. The more holes they make, the more they harm me, the more we will be in a democracy, the world will be saved, and I will pass Calculus.
Faith bothers me. I also don't like giving my soul to people like Grimes to Claire. She has professionals after her. I'd like a tape. Panic attack again? She doesn't have the awareness to process it. She'll keep trying to get out, the flurry of the mind. The rest of us educated peasants keep going and don't dwell on our demise. You can't beat people like that if they want you.
As a peasant, you know you aren't shit. If someone offers you a treat like immortality, you know you're going to lose your soul, be their slave, and then die horribly. It's like, why would I get that? That's why I rode my bicycle to the library and ignored the high hanging fruit. They want to be worshiped.
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