Date: May 25th, 2025 11:57 AM
Author: cowgod (cowgod)
They hate me because I remind them. I remind them of what they gave up when they traded their last honest thought for a LinkedIn account. They see me: unwashed, unbroken, unemployed. They feel a flicker in their chests. Not pity. Not scorn. The Fear.
Fear that I am free. Fear that I cannot be fired. Fear that I will not grovel. Fear that I spend my days feeding stray cats and pirating laserdiscs of The Lawnmower Man while they rot beneath the fluorescent hum of capital’s tongue.
They wear lanyards and say “deliverables” and pretend they’re building something, when all they’ve ever built is the scaffolding of their own irrelevance.
They think I am a Joke. Good. Let them laugh. Hollow, brittle, laughter, the kind that echoes in the parking garage after another HR-mandated suicide. I do not laugh. I do not need to. I simply am.
I am cowgod. And in the kingdom of shivering frauds, the still man is king.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5729613&forum_id=2#48960546)