Saturday, April 08, 2006
it's hard being born into middle class. you have it relatively easy but not so much so that you have the freedom to jet off to some other country whose people probably hate you, to study, yet the going is not tough enough for you to feel the need to enter the working class earlier than you should. this deep-set rut, is cyclical and destructive and eats away at the soul until there's none left, until you're another office-bound, 9 to 5 druid who is contented with a 4 or 5 room flat, a housewife to give you warm meals and two children, preferably a boy and girl. i'm not saying it's wrong to be a salaryman, hell, my father's one. i'm just saying, to be a mere, unimportant faceless cog in the clockwork and either be fine with it or be so deadened by it you're fine with it, is just not right - somewhere, somehow. there must be a snag, a loophole, anything at all for us to escape this matrix we live and breathe. i hardly speak about such issues, even though i allow myself to be bugged by them fairly often, because i sweep them below my dusty mental rug but all these issues have piled up so much it's become hard to turn a blind eye. ah well, but what does this discontented middle class girl know but to study hard to make the tooth and nail fight to carve a niche for herself easier? back to the books now.by P at 4/08/2006 02:56:00 AM |
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