Hate That Shit - Blog Posts

I have this every time I have to wake for work. Why can’t I build stick and log shelters in the woods like I did as a child forage food for my family? That feels far more fulfilling to me than *gestures towards rampant end stage capitalism* this.

I would love to barter and trade for crafts, and I would love to have a job so intrinsically valuable to my daily life yet be allowed to have fun and goof off with my clan of chosen people like I was meant to. Instead I have to justify a comfortable existence with labor that isn’t even fulfilling, but is never ending and unchanging. Where is the challenge? Where’s the prize? The paycheck I can’t see half the time?