Mutterings

So that is what my average day has come down to? Being stuck in a hot, stuffy, colourless classroom built to quell any ambition and innovation? We live in a world where most innovators, the greatest ones, have dropped out of classes, yet we still carry on with this pointless charade in the name of education, when we all know, that all the work we will ever do, is going to be for someone else, any amount of hard work you put in, your “boss” will be cashing in on. See how they build our institutions, concrete, tall, inescapable with windows, that lead you to think that, maybe, just maybe, you will be different from the others you grudgingly surround yourself with, but then, then they yell at you, make you look away, and draw the curtains. The “good” boys and girls don’t ever look out, they pay attention to the endless drone, but I think they are just afraid, afraid to look out because that involves confronting themselves, funny how people run away from confrontation, the lengths that they would go to lie to themselves, tell themselves that what they dreamt of, as a child, was unrealistic. Villains, they profit, they profit from this inability of the weak to know and get what they really want, very smart, the way they use us, need us, and still manage to make us feel grateful as if they did us a favour, if they hadn’t taken us in, we’d still be chasing those dead end dreams and ambitions, doing bad things, wrong things. Remember? The shows where the cartoon character ran from a fire that always caught up with him and then it’d run around in circles, screaming? That was funny to all of us then, the pain and the torture it went through, this whole Situation? It’s funny to me now.