Young man's struggle with money, women and literature. |
Bitterness makes the most simple tasks a lengthy struggle. It’s easier to blame the current social construct for my apathy, my lack of hope, of ambition, of motivation. I caught the latter half of a film about capitalism last night. It just adds to my cynicism about the world and deepens my lack of faith in the human race. On the one hand, if I was a big time banker, with a serious account and enough money to really live more than comfortably; able to pay for the things that really satisfied my fantasies of all kinds (that I believe are no doubt in the deep regions of the souls of every human being), I would probably never want it to end. There is no real solution for harmony, regardless of the system that we run. I know I write with a pretentiousness that seems to give off the idea that I know what I am talking about. I feel that even now, in this situation, I am so far removed from the harsh realities of life that it’s just too late for me to ever see what is going on. The ferocious, competitive nature of our world can just be too much for some people. I consider the academic elites in the top universities, chairman’s of the secret societies, the rituals, the deals under the tables, the 'its-who-you-know' clubs, the destined-for-power. They are the ones who are naturally sublime, or have been brought up in the sporty, private school. Surpassing and pushing forward the gene pool, creating a future of beautiful, proportioned girls and tall, witty, fast, intellectual men. It is going to happen. The common man just seems like too much hassle and the easier we can be kept in-check, the easier it is for those above us. Maybe we need another revolution? Who was it who said that a revolution is too inhumane and that building libraries would be the better thing to do? |