Dear diary,
I do NOT care much for blogging. But sometimes the narcissist unto moi wishes to blog about much observation.
I noticed for a while and in my old blog that a choir girl who recently celebrated her 18th birthday (last Saturday), would frown in consternation and horizontal lines would form upon her forehead like a reptilian.
Also, I could sense that strong energy while she performed on a high school stage when she scowled forward onto the crowd. And speaking of high school stage shows, my old high school also tolerates the freaks.
The male actors so young and thin or fat who act all girly and dress in girl outfits! I was outraged but the tickets were eight dollars. The women actors acted tough and would send a message that women can do stuff like men.
Another message that I did NOT like was that the whitish humanz in a recent high school stage show were portrayed as controlling their cameras in favor of whitish over the minorities.
So my old high school has lots of smart humanz but they are tolerating freaks to spew forth their narratives to accept the opposite of what is established to be good for the community.
Which brings me to the unions and today’s burger lunch in which I ranted to my daddy that this temporary gig from hell, when hired for full-time placement, would pay for retirement.
But I emphasized to my daddy that the children, the future generations, are the ones who will fund these contracted old timers. I really do NOT care for working here. But I like the location and happy and friendly humanz.
I do NOT care for emails or phones or dealing with humanz. I want to do paper stuff, like scanning and archiving, a task which I am also messing up! WTF! I want to fire myself and quit without notice.
I am so disappointed in my focus and honestly, though I realistically would need a job, I do NOT want a job. Though I like earning money, I know that it’s gonna go away as it comes in, a generational karma of gamblers from my daddy’s parents. Yup.
So I was ranting to my daddy that charity is another disguised and rebranded work to cover up parasitism – that freeloaders, like myself won’t appreciate the stuff but would squander, break, and waste the charitable donations.
I know because I guess I allowed it to happen. But no more. I’m gonna hold that sword over my head and yours to keep us in check.
Sincerely,
Flynn B pissed that I’m still messing up in spite of slowing down to ensure accuracy at work and spiritually.
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