Diner Sit Down

I’m sitting here, eating my burger. And the ladies at the table next to me reminded me of something extremely important. I’m overhearing (even though I try not to) the talk of “our dystopian life” and how “this is all starting to feel like a sci-fi movie”. which then naturally moves the discussion to the “Handmaid’s Tale” television show. It reminded me of the conversation I had the night before with a friend about the mass surveillance in this country, with a new Flock camera being set up in town. How Google used to have “don’t be evil” as a slogan.

I’m overhearing again (even though I try not to) the father behind me talking to his teenage boys about how he’s trying to be a better dad.

I’m trying really hard, which makes it even more difficult accepting my failure. We all only have one life, and it can be wasted. I truly resent the people that made me believe in the American dream, that we are the land of the free. And I’m not alone.

So instead, I make. I make until I can’t make any more. There really is no capitalism unless there is capital, and my goods give capital to those who can afford it. Instead, I teach to those who can’t afford it. I need to pay rent. And damn should I not be treated?

I don’t really believe that the responsibility of the world should be placed on one person. And I’m done.

Maybe I’m not.

It feels completely alone, even when you think you are good, you aren.t