Go to school, get good grades, go to college so you can get a stable job. That’s the American dream. Or is it madness?
If you are a half decent worker, you will notice that recruiters will harass you and they want to sign you on to the employee plan. After the contract is signed, you somehow feel more secure and safe but you should really feel used and enslaved.
They enlist your help to make their shit hot and they pay you a small fraction of what you are making them.
To all my friends in finance making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, I feel bad for you. If you used your talent and the amount of energy you put into making their shit hot and their CEO Billions, you might actually make something of yourself.
As an employee, you have to kiss ass at the office, kiss ass at the dinner parties, and kiss ass in your sleep when you’re thinking about the 10 a.m. deadline for your boss. You spend half your life kissing ass until you can finally “retire” to get your pension and “go on” with your life. You put your life on hold for years until you can finally live. This is madness.
You’re better off being homeless. I volunteered 100 hours of my time during my sophomore year of college working with the homeless and I became privy to a lifestyle that is stigmatized and yet probably better than yours.
The drawbacks include a lack of respect from society, transient lifestyle, and lack of “stability.” The benefits of a life on skid row include a life full of exploration, free of attachments, and the freedom to explore and actually think for yourself (and please do some research on how much homeless people in major cities make in a year, it will surprise you.)
Stability is a myth that they feed you until the market crashes or you lose your job. There is no such thing as stability and you are mad if you spend your life searching for it.
The suits are enslaved by fear and they make sure to conceal their original thoughts. They go on LinkedIN to upload their resumes and professional pictures but stay the fuck away from facebook. God forbid they are caught drinking, being social, or expressing emotion. Their boss might find out and that would ruin all prior ass kisses to move up the corporate latter. Isn’t this insane?
How did being a real person become unprofessional and how did working for someone else become the American Dream when this country was founded by entrepreneurs? How did working for an hourly wage make sense to anyone with an ounce of talent? And how did putting all of your passion into something you believe in become a risk?
Madness.
By
Nidia Fevry
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