I just can't anymore...

How can I? My job has become quite a cantankerous way of looking at the world. It's just so meaningless compared to what I'm supposed to be doing. Why the hell should I have to put gorceries into a bag for eight hours, not to mention push thousands of carts in every night just to pay the bills? Is that what we're supposed to be doing? I'll tell you, it's not really up to me right now. I'm going to Orientation on Thursday, but I work every day until then and I've worked every day since Saturday. It's quite a long stretch to get to the three days off I'll have, the most since late February. I really cannot digress any further about how relaxing those days will be, except for the Orientation day because that could cause some major problems, but they're only in my imagination and that's the truth. I cannot understand how much time goes by with me just lounging around, watching TV, the dreaded idiot box, which has controlled the masses for a couple of generations. It's just a funny thing wondering how short our attentioin spans have become in the last sixty years. Someone who could pay attention back in the '40s has now become the ADHD man of the century. It's just insane how children today just don't have an imagination and they take their whole days and turn it into one impulse-controlled, stimulating afternoon without just cause. Are these the future leaders of the world? If that's the case, I think I'll move to Mars. It's much more quiet and I can watch the sandstroms, which will be quite a spectacle, if you know what I mean. I just have to get enough boxes to pack all my stuff. Why do people want to be so damn nervous all the time? Worried about this, wondering about that. Who cares when you'll be dead in eighty years or so? It's just something you'll have to deal with and there's nothing you can do about it. Just fucking do it. And stop bitching. I'm tired of people bitching at me. "My job sucks, my life sucks, my wife sucks." Yeah, and? ARe you going to do anything about it or are you just going to stand there and complain? Are you looking for a solution or are you just enthralled in the complaining stage? People complain too much. That's one complaint I have against them. Complain, complain, complain. Mostly about nothing. "My husband left the toilet seat up again." What? Why don't you put the damn thing down then? All you got to do is this (pushes toilet seat down). That's all. So don't complain about shit that I don't give a damn about to me when there are plenty of complaint enablers out there who really love to hear that someone's life is worse than theirs. You ever felt like total shit, but then you see some handicapped person or retarded person, and think, "Well at least I'm not them." That's awful! You sick bastards. Whatever. People do what they do when they do it and they complain when they're not doing what they're supposed to do and that's making the most of life and not taking life for granted because eventually, it will be gone, maybe not your spirit, but you will lose everything else. And you're all going to die. All of you. Don't think for one second that any of you are immortal with your physical bodies. So don't try and preserve it by doing nothing all the time. Staying inside to avoid skin cancer. Live your fucking life people. There' isn't much time left. Pretty soon you'll be on your death bed saying, "I wish I would have done more with my life. I've wasted it all." So get off your ass and stop reading this, and go do something that inspires you. Enough reading now. Stop. I told you to stop. You're just fucking with me aren't you? Well goodbye. Gotcha. I'm still here. This is juvenile, isn't it? Well fuck you too. Peace out.