yo FUCK you reedies who reduce what i’m doing to ‘selling out’ and what i am as ‘the man.’
FUCK you for not wanting to imagine a world in which i can’t wear my muddy combat boots every day. and FUCK YOU for looking down from your tower of ironic living onto my attempts to pursue authenticity.
yeah, you know what? i am an intern in times square and yeah, i’ve gotten coffee and yeah, i wear blazers with my clean shoes. you know what else? i’ve done some really, really cool shit that you wouldn’t care to hear about from behind your vapid wall of “pass this joint, talk big, wait for opportunity to come knocking with some easy way to save the world.”
you know what’s not alt? having some cookie cutter opinion about people who live this kind of life when they’re getting started.
i am 22 and i am trying to learn the rules before i break them and i am in the process of educating myself on how to be a true progressive because THAT takes time. and i am passionate about empowering the people who will listen to become more conscientious, curious members of this fucked up world. and how DARE you scoff at me for applying to seventy some jobs, wondering if i’ll ever get the chance to get the chance to DO SOMETHING MEANINGFUL.
i will NOT talk to you again if you EVER condescend to me for daring to have ambitions. i do not judge others on their means to their end, as long as they dare to pursue it. so FUCK you for implying that i’m flatting myself in attempt to conform to some antiquated conception of success. because i am absolutely dedicated to becoming a better person and i do not care if it detracts from whatever alt cred you’ve made up to justify your decisions. let me do what i’m doing and trust that i’m doing it in order to have a lasting, radical effect.
yes hello welcome to my cubicle-location
sometimes it’s important to sit in the dark and listen to ella fitzgerald
did you try turning your government off and on again