Treadmills. Coffee Mugs.
Amazingly long showers. My day just began.
I always wake up thinking that once in life I’d have the serious
courage to break free, but it is 11:15 now and courage only a metaphor, even
better an excuse to get me out of bed.
This is my little world of no paper shredders, bad coffee and very
little hope. I welcome it, nonetheless. Yes, paper shredders would’ve made a
difference.
What’s worrying is that I had an opinion you know – an opinion on whats
wrong with the world, Aaron Swartz, Global Warming, free content, tweeting,
gang rapes and mass murders. A fucking opinion you know?
Well right now all I am left with is no paper shredders.
We are an army of angry little feminists – self wrought with damage
and brilliance, drowning in a whirlpool of the wrong kind of men and it never
felt so fucking right. But maybe, that is more or less a part of the plan – the
grander plan that leads me to where I ought to be.
So then there is that conclusion that doesn’t entirely convince me: I
am my own worst enemy.
