Why is it that changing jobs is considered such a life altering event? It’s like proclaiming that buying a house is the decision of a lifetime, or getting divorced will ruin your life. How are any of these made up things affecting life in any way? You still breathe in and out, and will certainly die if deprived of oxygen for long.

We’ve been trained to identify ourselves through our job, or through external sources. If you’re a doctor, then that’s what YOU are as a person, a doctor, who might be married to a professional trophy wife or husband, who drives a mercedes, who lives in a 4,000 sq. ft. house in Beverly Hills. Those things we fill our lives with end up becoming our personality, at least that’s what the system wants us to think (and it’s damn good at convincing us).

The truth is, nothing can change your life, and nothing can ruin it, and nothing can define YOU as a human. Everything is meaningless. You’re only responsibility as a resident of this planet is to survive as long as possible, and churn out a few more humans to take your place in the future. That’s it. All the shit we fill our lives with and how we choose to spend our time in no way defines us. We can’t be defined, we just are. Like a dog, who has nothing, does nothing, and lives a somewhat mundane life.

That’s not to say we’re not important, that you’re not important. You are. We all are. We serve a purpose, one we can’t comprehend. A job is just a thing invented by people that serves as both an oppression machine and a profit machine. It’s just a thing to occupy our time. So changing jobs, careers, professions, or whatever cannot alter your life in any way. You’ve just chosen to do something else to occupy your time.

People tend to get too wrapped up in doing things “right,” not fucking these meaningless things up. Marriages, jobs, raising kids, yada, yada, yada. We’re obsessed with doing things just right, so everything falls exactly into place. All the time, so we don’t have to think or worry or feel fear. It’s essentially an exercise in trying to control how other people view us; playing not to lose. If we quit jobs a lot, or screw around and raise a serial killer, or fuck up marriages over and over again, that tends to be viewed as a negative thing. Why?

Our expectations far exceed reality. The system defines right and wrong for you. It feeds you ethics and morals, all created for its benefit, and to justify the authority of the elite few. What you think your life should be has all been forced into your brain. An infection of sorts, one meant to keep you under control.

What no one ever tells you is that right and wrong doesn’t exist, and ethics and morals are bullshit. There’s only survival of the fittest, all the other shit exists to fill the boredom of comfort and complacency.

The bottom line is, it’s impossible to ruin your life. It’s impossible to avoid mistakes and failures and unhappiness and sorrow. Those things ebb and flow, along with good things as well. The system never trains us how to handle the low points. It only trains you how to obey, fall in line, and check out. And also convinces you that the only way to achieve success and happiness is through attainment of artificially valuable things.

Don’t get sucked into the drunken highs of grabbing the trophy, or the ruined lows of defeat. Both are fleeting…and hangovers suck.

Someone got fired today, a worker buddy of mine, a person just like you and me trying to survive. Now he’s gone on the whims of a boss man. No explanation, no reason, although I’m sure there is one. This morning he was there, then 30 minutes later he wasn’t. I don’t think he had a clue.

I’m not sad or anything. I could really care less. Actually, I wish it had been me. Praise Jesus if that day does ever come. But I feel bad for him, because he’s a lifetime cog and just another brainwashed victim of the system, which teaches us all to fear not having a job.

It’ll probably be one of the better moments for him this year, once the sting of rejection wears off. To think that he woke up feeling secure that today was just going to be another day, then come in and catch the boss in a bad mood and he’s gone. Poor sap. We’re all saps if we buy into the notion that jobs are a safe place to earn money.

He’s the lucky one. Tomorrow he won’t have to trudge into a shitty job and deal with a shitty boss and engage in meaningless activities. Tomorrow, he gets to wake up and start fresh. Today should be a celebration for him. Optimism should rule his day, because he has the opportunity to try something different. The rest of us who didn’t get fired still have to march forward and follow commands. We’re the unfortunate ones in this moment.

Don’t think for a second that you’re secure. You ain’t. Your boss and the company you work for don’t give two flying fucks about you. You’re just another resource, a replaceable one at that. Tomorrow you could walk in and get the boot, just like my buddy. They don’t care if you got mouths to fed or bills to pay. It doesn’t matter that you are being a good citizen of the system, living by the rules to a T. If the boss decides one day that he doesn’t like you any more or the company needs to cut costs a little so the shareholders can make their payments on their private jets, then it’s your ass. Goodbye.

We’ve evolved. Humans have come a long way since migrating from the jungle. We’ve now become dependent on the system to provide our basic “necessities.”. In order to get those necessities, we have to make money somehow, because that’s how we transact. There’s not too many ways to make money though, either you get a job, you start a business, or you become a criminal and just take what you need by force.

The majority choose the first. That’s how we’re guided by the system. Does all of this sound like a broken record?

Our jobs have morphed from doing something for the greater good to doing just something, whatever. Sit in a grey cube and operate a computer. Make or maintain meaningless crap for meaningless businesses. In 10 years it’ll all be forgotten and you’ll be replaced by a robot. Your experience may be different. Maybe your cube is beige.

What you’re actually doing, the end result of operating the computer, doesn’t mean anything to most people. You show up and do what you’re told so they’ll give you some money every two weeks, that you can then give to someone else to live. How does the place you go to everyday help people? How does the place where you work improve people’s lives? Does it really, or are you deluding yourself?

The place that owns me for the time being fleeces gullible, ignorant people out of their money. Not stupid people, but people who don’t know any better and get sucked into confusing sales tactics, which are the mark of true sleaze balls. That’s my opinion, there’s many other opinions like it, but this one is mine. I keep showing up because I’m lazy, because I’m comfortable, so I can continue to live in a comfortable place. But mostly because I’m scared of losing the level of living I’m accustomed to. It’s hard to go backgrounds, even a little bit.

So maybe what we need is a little perspective, or better, to step back and evaluate why we keep doing what we’re doing if we hate it so much. As a side note, happiness has nothing to do with it. If you ain’t happy in other parts of your life, you ain’t gonna be happy in another job, or owning your own business, or living under a bridge in Canada in the middle of winter. Happiness is here and now, not there and some other time in the future.

The optimal solution is to not have a job at all, and make money doing something you’d be doing if you didn’t have to trudge into a cubicle pit everyday. Not everyone can have that though, very few do. The next best thing, then, is to find a place that already exists that you can believe in what they do. Not just a “good” company with good benefits, those are a dime a dozen, but a place where they’re building something that you can care about. Something that helps people in some way rather than existing only to fuck them out of their money.

Good companies with good benefits don’t necessarily carry these characteristics. In fact, the good benefits may serve as a distraction or lure to get you to do things that you don’t believe in. It keeps butts in the seats by creating the illusion that the company cares about you, as an individual. No company gives two shits about you. If they’re in it to make a profit they’ll slit your throat to do so.

But you can mitigate that by choosing a place that has products you believe in. It makes it easier to get on board and become entrenched. It doesn’t lessen the risk of getting your throat cut, but at least you can feel good about what you’re doing and who you’re trying to help. And if you do get your head chopped off, you’ll be more prepared to continue the operation on your own. That truly would be a blessing.

Why is it that changing jobs is considered such a life altering event? It’s like proclaiming that buying a house is the decision of a lifetime, or getting divorced will ruin your life. How are any of these made up things affecting life in any way? You still breathe in and out, and will certainly die if deprived of oxygen for long.

We’ve been trained to identify ourselves through our job, or through external sources. If you’re a doctor, then that’s what YOU are as a person, a doctor, who might be married to a professional trophy wife or husband, who drives a mercedes, who lives in a 4,000 sq. ft. house in Beverly Hills. Those things we fill our lives with end up becoming our personality, at least that’s what the system wants us to think (and it’s damn good at convincing us).

The truth is, nothing can change your life, and nothing can ruin it, and nothing can define YOU as a human. Everything is meaningless. You’re only responsibility as a resident of this planet is to survive as long as possible, and churn out a few more humans to take your place in the future. That’s it. All the shit we fill our lives with and how we choose to spend our time in no way defines us. We can’t be defined, we just are. Like a dog, who has nothing, does nothing, and lives a somewhat mundane life.

That’s not to say we’re not important, that you’re not important. You are. We all are. We serve a purpose, one we can’t comprehend. A job is just a thing invented by people that serves as both an oppression machine and a profit machine. It’s just a thing to occupy our time. So changing jobs, careers, professions, or whatever cannot alter your life in any way. You’ve just chosen to do something else to occupy your time.

People tend to get too wrapped up in doing things “right,” not fucking these meaningless things up. Marriages, jobs, raising kids, yada, yada, yada. We’re obsessed with doing things just right, so everything falls exactly into place. All the time, so we don’t have to think or worry or feel fear. It’s essentially an exercise in trying to control how other people view us; playing not to lose. If we quit jobs a lot, or screw around and raise a serial killer, or fuck up marriages over and over again, that tends to be viewed as a negative thing. Why?

Our expectations far exceed reality. The system defines right and wrong for you. It feeds you ethics and morals, all created for its benefit, and to justify the authority of the elite few. What you think your life should be has all been forced into your brain. An infection of sorts, one meant to keep you under control.

What no one ever tells you is that right and wrong doesn’t exist, and ethics and morals are bullshit. There’s only survival of the fittest, all the other shit exists to fill the boredom of comfort and complacency.

The bottom line is, it’s impossible to ruin your life. It’s impossible to avoid mistakes and failures and unhappiness and sorrow. Those things ebb and flow, along with good things as well. The system never trains us how to handle the low points. It only trains you how to obey, fall in line, and check out. And also convinces you that the only way to achieve success and happiness is through attainment of artificially valuable things.

Don’t get sucked into the drunken highs of grabbing the trophy, or the ruined lows of defeat. Both are fleeting…and hangovers suck.

There’s no escape. The system has you firmly, and no matter how hard you try, there’s no getting out. You’re trapped chasing money and things and paying bills and collecting debt and slaving away in crappy jobs.

William Wallace didn’t know any better. He should’ve kissed the ring and pledged allegence. He would’ve lived longer, and probably would’ve gotten to fuck that French girl more. But he chose to resist, and for what?  He didn’t change anything. He just got to spend his life fighting for something that’s as meaningless as a stream of piss into the toilet, all in the name of freedom.

The system is a much bigger opponent than a single king. There’s many kings, all holding power over anyone who isn’t. And the further you fall, the more power they hold over you, because the more desperate you become.

I’m at an end, I think. Where no more good ideas flow from me.  Where everyday I have to show up at a job is a beating.  Where optimism and enthusiasm about the hope of one day being free from rule has been replaced with pessimism and a complete lack of caring. The only thing that remains are the empty words I’m writing here, that no one will read, and certainly no one will care about.

The system may have defeated me. Time to check out, take a knee, and run out the clock.

There’s no “but” here, everything is a lie. I suppose everyone reaches a point where they just become deflated.  Sadness doesn’t exist, complacency reigns. The beat down at the hands of the system not yet finalized, only my will to fight back.

Most people aren’t meant to enjoy success. Most of us are doomed to repeat failure over and over again until it comes to this, the lowest point, where your spirit is broken but your body still must live and go through the motions. Although, I’ve heard some say that when you reach the lowest you think you can go, keep going, because success is right around the corner.

What a bunch of bullshit.

I don’t even know what success means to me. I just know I hate working a job, in a cube, hunched over a computer all day. Am I alone in this?  There’s no distinct reason, it just feels unnatural. The meaninglessness of it all, maintaining a profit machine so a handful of humans can build their own little empires. My reward is a pat on the back, and a nice grey cube to sit in everyday, and just enough money to eek out a modest “living.”

Isn’t there a better way?  There is, but I dont know what it is. I’m not smart enough, or connected enough, or resourceful. Besides, we’re way too entrenched now to change significantly any time soon; the warlords at the top are way too content with leveraging us, the human capital, to keep their palaces intact.

Perhaps it’s best to surrender to the comfort?  Just annihilate all hope for a better, more sustainable way of living. Hope that I make it to retirement age and that I’ve stashed away enough to continue paying the man until I shuffle off the earth. Seems like a reasonable thing to do, it’s the default track for most. Why not join them?