“I opt out of all of the bullshit I never signed up for to begin with.”
Get up.
Go to work.
Go home.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Such a life is one of survival, not living. Maybe some real living is squeezed in around the edges.
A snatch of meaningful human interaction on the occasional evening — here.
A weekend away — there.
A long holiday — once in a while.
Scraps of life paid for by the cremation of time nobody can afford to waste.
Yet we have to.
Or do we?
I Opt Out. From this very moment forward I no longer subscribe — to your priorities, principles and pointless pursuits. I opt out…
I say get up. I say, wake up.
I say fuck that to all of the above.
Fuck that to a life that isn’t.
To a day on repeat, for all of my horribly short existence.
Fuck that to working just to survive.
To spending precious hours of freedom recovering from the very work that provides for.
Fuck that to Modern Society.
To all its materialism, celebrity ‘news’ the only ‘light’ in the mill of hate and fear.
Fuck that to being told how to live.
To being told to live an unlife.
I’ve always festered this idea, of breaking free. I never quite subscribed. Never quite fit in, because I didn’t like being told what to do. But was afraid to stand out. I still am, but my eyes are opening to the fact freedom is worth it.
Even still, it will be a lifetime’s work. But that’s a worthy cause — better than an unlifetime’s work at any rate.
Starting today, I will not like or dislike something on the whims of someone else.
Starting today, I will do my level best to disregard social norms.
Starting today, I will be the spanner in the gears of civilisation.
Starting today, I will not let anyone tell me how I should live.
Starting today, I consciously hit ‘unsubscribe’ on Society.
I know Brian Brewington is with me. I know that Where Angels Fear will be glad of the riot. I know that Gaëlane has the hang of this already. Regardless…are you with me?