Dear Anita,

I’m sorry if I gave off that impression. I just got tired of talking/thinking in circles and decided to open up a little bit.  I just don’t wanna wait until I’m 65 or older to stop working  because that’s not fair.  This whole “retirement age“ thing is bull, and having people  work their entire lives away for a society that was not part of nature’s plan is inhumane in my opinion. Animal rights organizations may be a little on the crazy side, but they’re 134% right when they talk about the effects of domestication on non-human animals; and as I’ve said before, I think that domestic life has the same effect on humans, but I’m going back into that circular cycle.

Regardless of whether or not I can find a job I lime, at its very core, employment is slavery,  because like I’ve said before, we only have contextual freedom-  and in this context, it’s freedom on someone else’s terms; freedom to spend money… but that’s it. And for some odd reason, being required to do everything that a person is required to do with in our society, is considered freedom and I just don’t see how that’s true-  especially if you look at what happens to people who don’t have jobs and how they’re treated/regarded by people who do have jobs and money. Sure there are people out there who work to help those people, but the general populace does not give a sh*t about anybody who suffering at the hands of the system; and that’s partially because we believe that everyone’s fate is within their own hands; and while that may have some truth to it, it’s not entirely true…  The way I see it, every institution is bought, and is thus pursuaded to brainwash us into thinking the way that most of us do; that spending more time working a job than taking care of yourself/your family is a noble way to live. But I don’t see working a job as part of life, but rather as theft of life; regardless of how you wanna soften that. I get that all the things that work takes us away from- our families, our homes, our pets, eating, showering, etc., is all considered work, and that there’s no avoiding work and that we’d still have to do those things if work magically disappeared, but working a job by which we can make money just adds more work to our lives; and a lot of people end up neglecting themselves, their families so that they can “at least be alive,” but what’s the point of being alive if ALL you have to focus on is working/falling into trouble if you can’t get your stuff done? In addition to all my loneliness, and my inability to exercise, I don’t want to add something that’s gonna bring on an entirely new realm of stress, even if I like doing it. But… recently, I’ve been writing a lot- essays, letters, but mostly lyrics (to which I’ve received lots of good feedback) so we’ll see how far that gets me.

-RA