On Bullshit
All roads lead to capitalism, and so I toil in a corporate world.
Life in the corporation is like an RPG game. One must submit to its culture to be happy. Once in a while, one gets a level-up, and may spend the extra earning on the latest gadget. So it goes.
Gradually, I drift away from my true sense of self, and interact in chary manner with people in similar guises, and become a team player in a machinery that exists solely to profit its shareholders.
I suffer, and my sufferings are petty, and the pettiness suffocates me.
What has a well-fed person got to complain about? There are neither war nor famine. There are but a wide expanse of boredom between the nose and the computer screen.
It is with this sense of ambivalence, this irresolution between feeling grateful and feeling entrapped, that I conduct my professional life.
