The 30 minute lunch break is the biggest travesty of the modern day workforce. As I swipe my timecard against the scanner, the winding clock from the show 24* immediately starts counting down in the top-right corner of my mind. I hop in my car, hastily fasten my seat belt, realizing that precious seconds are melting away as a fumble with the frequency dial on my FM radio, and immediately begin circling a 10-mile radius in a frenzy like some type of fast food Tasmanian devil. Little droplets of blood begin to seep from my stomach ulcer as the mental/physical stress of being a metropolitan hunter/gatherer begins to take its toll, knowing I have until the equivalent of (1) episode of Friends to find and engulf saturated fat filled nourishment.
A 30 minute lunch break gives you just enough time to indulge in self-loathing while reflecting on what past makes you made to put yourself in this position, yet not enough time to end your eternal suffering by any sort of non-brutish method; Just as you think you have enough time to drive home and sit in an enclosed garage with the car on, it's back to work for heavily taxed minimum wage and a bowl of rice a day.
It seems a lot of the preferences people have are closely connected with the ones people they wanna be associated with have . Which in turn makes people more prone to reject books, musics, tv shows, etc, more because of its audience than because of the quality of the thing.
Originally Posted by thealchemist
Watch the full dance, I promise it will make you feel better ->
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '