I'm just rambling about how fucked capitalism is to start my day off. About ~500 words.
So you're telling me
that people wake up - earlier than they'd like, by far - take half/hour or so to rush - always rush - around, shower, eat, dress, (heavens forefend, prepare the children),
and then they go out (outside their house?? why??) and get into a deathbox, and drive that deathbox next to literally thousands of other deathboxes driven by people just as sleeby as them,
to go to a building where, what, they do Tasks all day? around other people? in public? where one can catch corona-, and other assorted viri? Is there just some big task person there, pointing at things and saying Do This and they have to Do them? That job must fucking suck, too! What? They have to figure it out themselves a lot? What the fuck?
you're tellling me there are many such cases where people have to go out and make their own Tasks and do them, because they are a ""small business owner""? That they have to like, basically constantly badger people to give them money in exchange for Tasks Done? You mean to fucking say that on top of ALL of this ^^^ people have to go out of their way to find people who want Tasks Done and will pay for them done??
and they get paid exorbitantly for this, right? What, 'fuck all'? what the flying fuck? clearly not even enough, that they have to do it repeatedly? Like, how often? EVERY FUCKING DAY?
and (don't fucking say and after all that, holy shit you're still going) when they get home, they THEN have to do ALL the household tasks, like Dishes, and Cooking, and Clothes Washing, if they want things to go well, AND (fucking stop theyre already dead youre just beating a corpse) they often bring Tasks home with them that they have to do, or at least think and worry about???
Jesus Christ, Ebenezer Scrooge!
A: these people, and all the people struggling to survive in any way are fucking heroes.
B: burn this whole fucking system to the ground, this is literally torture of a majority of our species.
This hypothetical discussion brought to you by my brain - which, clearly, has grown in a shape that cannot perform in this manner, and got tired after the idea of the first sentence of this ramble - brought to you by my brain struggling to accept the idea of 'earning money' through providing 'goods and services' as a 'small business', because it's literally asking people to give you less than your time and effort are probably worth because they can't and won't afford the full price either, and the existence of Corporations means it's almost always cheaper elsewhere.
I wish I could just... Push a broom around at the local coffee shop for a couple extra bucks in the pocket and maybe a pie for lunch, y'know?
I wish I could just donate my raw bodily energy for every hour that I don't use it for shit all, like some kind of voluntary, ethical, folding-at-home chemical power siphon.
Let me use my good days of burst-awesomeness to cook a big pot of food and do washing and dishes and the work of like 10 people, around and with others that will do similarly, so we all share and balance each other's workloads together and make life as easy as it could be.
More succinctly, I can't fathom how people have the executive function (I know, a lot of it is by force, by fear, by risk, etc) to just craft a thing and sell it for some kind of even remotely regular income. If I could scratch together a fifty every fortnight from doing odd jobs, I'd be fuckin' cruisin', y'know?
Fuck capitalism, man. I wanna live in a friend-commune.
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