"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth."
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" People of the rabblement get up every morning and rush through a highly-processed fake-food breakfast,
commute to work,
spend eight hours half-assing a job they’d rather not do,
attend pointless meetings,
get interrupted every 20 minutes (by colleagues/e-mail/Facebook/text message),
go home, eat a microwave dinner or some takeaway as the news tells them what’s wrong with the world,
watch some crappy TV shows that don’t require actual thought processing,
then go to bed.
They look forward to Friday so they can find temporary refuge in alcohol or consumerism, spending all that money they earn to justify working all week. The lucky ones have a partner to share their unfulfilling life with, so at least they get some occasional sex and don’t feel as lonely as the rest.
And it’s easy to see why. We’re bombarded by advertising all the time. We’re told we won’t be happy unless we buy more stuff. We’re told that our passions won’t make us any money, that eventually we have to grow up and get a real job. "