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ineptidood · 10 years

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Working class zero

My father gave to me what I tried to give to him An effort built of love and a John Lennon album Working class hero was something to be Back in the land of the brave and the home of the free But now our heros are troops That allow us to rave and spend our money I can work my fingers to the bone and have nothing to show for it While the one percent buys another home with their six figures and their jumbo jets Who speaks up for the father of five who grew up hard What about the baby daddy who's made mistakes with two different wives Back problems hip problems anger problems too Work that 12 hour shift til the twelfth hour's through Your wage is the minimum but your pay is more than cash Work for your sanctum your children work for the lash Who speaks for those who tire of talk Two weeks fuck that just walk What is left but your two strong hands That toil all day for another's demands To make it ok but nobody understands That for you it's just play, even those reprimands.

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ineptidood · 11 years

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…The fact that I’m actually taking the time to type this proves my point.

I periodically go through stints of internet use… which usually revolves around facebook and youtube. Games, videos, the works. My friend convinced me to start a tumblr… I barely even know what that means, but she said I could use it to write things and share them with people. Silently, I laughed to myself.

Writer’s block comes to me whenever I actually try to write something, unless a particular emotion is evoked… And I’m not allowing myself to go there. My muse privileges have been revoked. However, inspiration came to me, just now; I was browsing facebook for easily half an hour. You know, just looking at what people posted, liking something here or there. NOT posting anything of my own. As far as I’m concerned, I have nothing other than amusement that I could bring to people on this immaterial social plane. Besides, they’re funny enough without me. Insert happy emoticon here.

But then, I thought to myself that it was quite odd that I was simply watching these people. WATCHING these people, for half an hour. Thirty minutes of observation with minimal input or interaction. I know I have an addictive personality; it runs in my family. Am I addicted to facebook? It would only make sense. And then I thought to myself “man, if only you could get addicted to something productive, stimulating, something that would help you improve yourself.”

And then I thought of tumblr. And how I could write about addiction. And so here I am, hammering out keys with my eyes closed, on my friend’s macintosh while she is away fighting fires in the most heroic of ways, essentially typing whatever comes to mind .

I come to think of addiction. You see, addiction is something that we only REALLY touch on when it begins to “harm” one’s life. People see something that they really don’t like, and if they see it a lot… usually in another person… they will call it that, an addiction. No, reader, I’m not talking about the shakes, the hallucinations, that you get when coming down off alcohol, or opiates, or amphetamines. I’m talking about fixating, letting something take up way too much of your time. Letting it consume you, obsessing over it. I begin to see that it is an every day battle. EVERYONE is addicted. Unless one can do EVERYTHING in moderation, in one way or another, that person is addicted.

Even the self righteous schmucks that claim they aren’t, in fact really are. They’re probably the worst. They claim there’s nothing wrong with them, and yet they don’t even see that they’re addicted to the worst thing of all: the system that we live in.

Who would have thought that, one day, modern man spends at least half of their time WORKING. Work is, in fact, part of the grand addiction that we could call “living the American dream.” Carlin has touched upon this concept, along with many nihilists, comedians, writers, socialist politicians—libertarians, if you will. We work so we can eat, sleep, and live, so we can wake up and go to work again. It’s a vicious cycle that NEVER ends until you either die or get off the grid. Literally. You must separate from the system in order to beat the addiction. ADDICTION is an integral part of humanity’s existence.

Look at the cavemen. They lived to hunt, to forage, to procreate. You could say they were addicted. Addicted to the necessity of food, of sleep, of sex, of fire. I FEEL THAT WE AS HUMANS NEED TO BE ADDICTED.

One who isn’t “addicted” to anything could simply do many many things during their day, and EVEN then, they would be addicted to moderation.

I implore the judgemental to think twice before they criticize, before they take action on something that they would deem harmful, deem an addiction. I would say that maybe they themselves are addicted to CHANGING PEOPLE to make themselves feel okay in this mad, mad world.

That is all on this note, for now. My sleep addiction is giving me the nods… I must cave yet again. But I leave you with this. I wish someone cool said it before me, but they didn’t. I did. And dammit, I think it makes good sense.

If you travel east far enough, then certainly you will be west of your original position. Think on it.

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