The Measure

How do we measure the extent of our success in life?  Is it happiness?  Is it money? Is it Stuff?  Is it relative to each individual, having significance only when we cross paths and compare our relative "success"?  Why do so many individuals hold themselves in such high regard and yet cannot see the contradictive fallacies?  Well, it's Psychology.  It's Sociology.  It's Faith. It's all of the above. It's a manic flight towards control and depth of reserve.  None of us really can answer the question for anyone, because it's a conundrum; constantly changing and morphing into something that defies description, if only for the fact that most people don't wish to be labeled and will run screaming over a cliff of denial and fealty to crash upon the soft rocks of mysticism and self-preservation.  

Do I blame?  Sure.  Why not?  We're all diseased, you know.  And why should you care what I think?  Because if you really read the above, you know it's not me saying this as an individual.  I'm channeling the real shit here, albeit condensed and condescended, and Armchair-Philosophized, by Fucking Christ!

I recently wrote a really long post about my attempt at and failure to achieve a position in the Customer Service dept. at the company I currently work for.  I don't feel I can post it because this blog is not that anonymous anymore at my workplace, and really, I'm kind of sick of fighting against fucking assholes who think "it's just business".  Fuck Them.  There is SUCH a fine line between success and failure, that I've realized in this case it's all about "playing that game".  It's sad to say, because I thought I was at a company that might be a little beyond that, but unfortunately the ego's and the FUCKING FUCKERS have taken over.

Eat Shit.  Have fun.  

Maybe I'll post that long tirade someday when I don't feel it'll have repercussions.

Until then,  I can't stand it.

 By the way,  that guy with the velvety shorts on, touching the wheel?  He's cool.  

Have A Fucking Great Fucking Day, Fuckers.

Oh, and by the way...pick up this album if you have the wherewithal:

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