Why aren’t we angrier? Why are we so resigned? What’s wrong with us? Why are we so used to being pushed around? Why do we accept it: being pushed around? Why do we expect so little? Why do we just accept and accept and accept?
Are we insects to be crushed under a thumb? Are we mosquitoes to be swatted away? Are we a wrong that had to be put right? Are we a system fault? A system error? A mistake that simply had to be corrected?
So resigned. So fatalistic. So dominatable.
We’re the sort to get pushed about. To be swatted. We’re the sort who don’t really matter. We’re the kind they can do to what they like.
Can’t we just live our lives? Can’t we work twenty years, or thirty years? Can’t we have a job – not career, just a job? A bearable job. So we can pay off our debts. So we can save up for a pension? Can’t we just have a chance? To live like other people. To live like everyone else. Or to live like people used to live.. To get married, maybe. To settle down, maybe. To have children, maybe.
Work in Progress 