As the Festivities Fade
Do you feel it in the air
The impending sense of doom.
I used to feel it on Sunday nights, knowing I had work on Monday morning.
Back when I was poor like you are.
Luckily I'm not poor anymore.
You are headed back to the grind as an insignificant cog in an ungrateful machine,
Back, hoping to procure enough resources to stay alive long enough so you can do it all again.
Your joy is fading as you look forward to tomorrow.
You're uneasy and slightly depressed, trying to focus on the current moment.
It's amazing how heavy an unlikable reality can be.
One by one, your family members head home.
The presents were opened long ago,
Now it's just the crushing tick after the crushing tock.
A countdown.
Soon you will have to face what you know is coming.
The feeling of your "normal" life.
And it doesn't feel good.
No more turkey, no more chocolate, no more smiles, no more laughing or joy.
Just your normal everyday meager consciousness.
Droid existence and droid work.
Your life isn't particularly stressful because you don't do anything important.
It's just bland. Unimportant conversations with unimportant people. Nothing you say matters, it doesn't change anything.
The world doesn't change when you talk.
Your woman doesn't change when you talk.
Nobody listens when you talk most of the time. Why would they
Some people know who you are, most don't.
You could die, or live.
Nobody gives a shit.
And now you're back at it, the temporary veneer of joy has worn off to leave the exposed hard surface.
Women hate you.
Santa hates you.
And if you were a winner... you wouldn't feel this way.
If you had some PLAN, if you had something significant you were working to achieve, you would be EXCITED to get back to "normal".
I LOVE going back to normal.
Because my normal is a reality in which my words affect the planet. I speak vibrations into the air that change the entire world.
People care when I talk.
Women love me.
Santa loves me.
And the reason I matter when you don't is because I worked when you would not.
I'm glad the holidays are ending so I can go back to a fantastic life.
You are sad they are ending as you are forced back into a life of enormous unimportance and fulfillmentlessness.
I invented that word just now, fulfillmentlessness, for how pathetic your existence is.
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