I lost my canvasing job because I could not convince people directly complicit in genocide living extremely wealthy lives to donate $20 a month to feed the children their government is bombing.
I want to give up. I am about to run out of rent and bill money, all my savings and meager inheritance from my dead grandmother is gone. I gave almost all of it away, then I lost my job.
I don’t know what to do now, my mind wanders to adventurism.
Every morning I wake up, I ask myself one thing: against what or whom will I now have my revenge against society?
I have spent the majority of my life so utterly consumed by justified and highly depressive misanthropic disgust, that it’s fully circled back around to cackling Pythonesque whimsy