Millennial Paradise

Well here we are again. Another day in millennial paradise thriving under capitalist isolation and mental illness.

I now need writing work more than ever. Thanks to my recent car wreck I need new glasses, a new laptop, and yes a new car, all of which costs a lot money. You remember that stuff right, money? Those pieces of paper that most of us don’t fucking have. Yeah, I need a lot of that right now.

My mind is one that rarely shuts off, though I have been getting better at it. Consistent exercise, meditation, and the occasional t.v. show binge has helped temper the fire of my thoughts. However I do not need further numbness to reality, I already drink like a fish and smoke pot like a chimney. No, what I need is to get myself into order.

But how? I was doing just that before my ankle was shattered and my car destroyed along with it my independence and livelihood. I had my first job in a year and half, I was saving up and getting organized. Then it was all taken from me in a matter of seconds. How is one supposed to get ahead in a world where life is only comfortable if you have a fat stack of those pieces of paper I was talking about before. Money I think I called it right?

So as I said, here we are again. Adrift in a sea of “How the fuck do I get to a job without a car?” And “How do I pay for a car without a job?” While a storm of “Oh and I need a new computer and glasses” rains over that sea.

Another day in millennial paradise.