Are you tired of busting your a** every day? Being out of the house for twelve or thirteen hours? Only to try the impossible task of fitting in a week's worth of fun during the weekend? And what is your reward for all this? The opportunity to do it all over again come Monday morning? How many of you have been reduced to the likes of zombies, just barely going through the motions of your day? When it comes the the daily hustle and bustle we have become as numb as the genitalia of one of those porn stars who are always attempting to break the world's gang bang record!
Is this how we are really supposed to be living? F**k, this is not even living... it is surviving, poorly for that matter too. People are tired of being broke. They are tired of stressing about paying their bills. They are tired of having to say no to their kids for those little extras. They are tired.... of being tired. The saddest fact is that we are the first generation of Americans who are not projected to make more money than our parents. Though more of us have college degrees and graduate degrees than the generations before us, our life is actually expected to be harder to survive than theirs. That is an utter outrage. Our quality of life is going down, not up. People are working like dogs with absolutely nothing to show for it except for the roof over their head... if the bank hasn't repo'd it yet. Those of us who are still fortunate enough to have a roof over our head are never there to really enjoy it, we are at work. If I spent any more time out of the house I would be a f**king gypsy.
People who are employed should not feel guilty about buying the occasional latte or treating their wife to a night out on the town, but they do. They should be able to ensure their child could have the proper equipment to play a sport or an instrument, but they cannot.
This may be a stupid example but think about it, in Dirty Dancing those people spend the whole summer at a resort. As a kid, my mom's family would leave for Lake George two days before Memorial Day and come home the day after Labor Day... for real? I worked the fourth of July for the last five years!!! S**t, I didn't even get a hot dog.
This life is beginning to suck. The degrees have never paid off and the patience is starting to wear thin. I am at the point where I would rather get ball cancer than continue being a hamster in the wheel...
Is it hot in here or am I Crazy?
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