...stuffy nose and an asshole to open my eyes to what's real.
Things at home have been a little rough around the edges - and I am sure everyone has times like these where they butt heads like rams in a battle with family members. But this has been a World War III for me. I have received my battle wounds and I am weary of battle...yet I can not give up because the fight is not yet over. I constantly have to defend myself from low blows and stabs in the back...is this fight even worth it? Every successful night behind the wheel of my car to get me from point A to home...was I not reckless enough? I value my life outside the walls of my home...but inside, I am a caged animal hungry for vengeance.
It is tough figuring out who you are when you get so much shit thrown at you. When you are 20 years old, and you feel like you are 50...that is when you know you have bitten off too much to chew. Guess it is a good thing I have a big enough mouth to hold it all, but swallowing it all is a challenge.
I stand at work, behind the front desk in my neatly pressed suit. It's a repetitive motion, checking people in, going threw the routine "Welcome to the Estate.......how may I assist you?"
Well, honestly - Fuck you...How can you assist me? I spend day in and day out "assisting" people who some of them, I will never see again...corporate fuckers whose lives revolve around their work and everyone else's lives revolve around them. How is the world even functioning when the world revolves around 150thousand corporate pricks? Picky mother fuckers too - nothing is good enough for them.
Hate to break it to you, you corporate slugs - but perfection doesn't exist. I found that out the hard way.
"Thank you for staying with us...and have a wonderful day"
Things at home have been a little rough around the edges - and I am sure everyone has times like these where they butt heads like rams in a battle with family members. But this has been a World War III for me. I have received my battle wounds and I am weary of battle...yet I can not give up because the fight is not yet over. I constantly have to defend myself from low blows and stabs in the back...is this fight even worth it? Every successful night behind the wheel of my car to get me from point A to home...was I not reckless enough? I value my life outside the walls of my home...but inside, I am a caged animal hungry for vengeance.
It is tough figuring out who you are when you get so much shit thrown at you. When you are 20 years old, and you feel like you are 50...that is when you know you have bitten off too much to chew. Guess it is a good thing I have a big enough mouth to hold it all, but swallowing it all is a challenge.
I stand at work, behind the front desk in my neatly pressed suit. It's a repetitive motion, checking people in, going threw the routine "Welcome to the Estate.......how may I assist you?"
Well, honestly - Fuck you...How can you assist me? I spend day in and day out "assisting" people who some of them, I will never see again...corporate fuckers whose lives revolve around their work and everyone else's lives revolve around them. How is the world even functioning when the world revolves around 150thousand corporate pricks? Picky mother fuckers too - nothing is good enough for them.
Hate to break it to you, you corporate slugs - but perfection doesn't exist. I found that out the hard way.
"Thank you for staying with us...and have a wonderful day"
2 comments:
If you keep in mind that perfection is subjective, then it seems wholly feasible. No matter how long or hard the search, never give up. You will find perfection. Just don't let it slip by because you don't realize it for what it is.
Flaws can be found in any argument or compliment. Its all based on the holder of the remark, how they take it. You really are a very well written person. And it will get better, probably not at your current home. But once u find your happiness and peace, cherish it. For it is fleeting and comes around rarely.
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