The post title is self-explanatory, but I reiterate, I need to make writing my income source. I’m am too tired of trying to fit into the mould of the traditional career path. I have realized that this idealized concept of self-discovery through employment is nothing more than another lie used to appease the masses. I have written before on how my personality is shaped by the white inferiority complex system in which I am forced to participate. Today, I must make another step to relieve myself from this nightmarish coercion.
It is mentally painful for me to talk to people. I am capable of feigning interest and demonstrating etiquette, but I’m so tired of having to put on this damaging persona for eight hours of my life. I draw in between my scheduled calls to take back my wasted time. Drawing has been helping my mental state over the last year, and I also benefit from improving a childhood passion in adulthood. Why not make the same effort with my writing? Or, to be much bolder, why not write every day about my interests?
I can hardly see a downside to writing. I get to avoid the tyranny of employment, and I don’t have to talk with strangers. Interpersonal interactions always place me at a social disadvantage. I am painfully aware that I am seen for my skin colour first, which automatically puts me at a disadvantage.
I don’t want to interact with people who are conditioned to see me as a ‘thing.’ My current coercion has dramatically reduced my contact with enablers of the white inferiority complex system, but that does not mean I still do not suffer from existing within this system.
I am a wage slave and deny my lived reality benefit from my wage slavery. Anyone who is making a wage is getting tired of those who already have more than enough. We suffer to make those who have status feel more critical than they seem.
I am angry that I am wasting my time doing something I don’t care about because society deemed mediocrity as success. The opportunity for a fulfilling life is obstructed by the indignities of class and artificial hierarchy. I want out.
I want nothing to do with society if it is predicated on our collective suffering. We are now living in a time where we have no reason to uphold the status quo. We can choose who we want to be by reclaiming the opportunities that have been stolen from our collective existence.
I intend to steal back what is mine. I understand that I will never be free so long as I continue to support this barbaric system. I will not continue to be another ‘thing’ that enables the leisure of others. No fucking more. I will not have my labour turned into the undeserving ‘wealthy’ profit.’ I am stealing my time by doing work that elevates and affirms my Humanity.
Creating is my work, and I refuse to be stopped.