Erased It All

I wrote this really long, long, really long piece about commercials and how immoral they are and stupid and how they're just an acceptable form of stealing without consequences. 

But I erased it all. Nobody cares about my ravings. And I even bored myself with it. It's the same story I've told over and over again. And nobody listens. And nobody cares.

Last night, my wife asked if I would do an American Express commercial if they wanted to pay me a lot of money.  I said I would.

And I'm mad about that.

I'm mad that there's this thing-- money-- that I need in order to live life, and I don't have enough of it to live comfortably.  And I work a full time job.  And if I want to be comfortable, I need to make myself uncomfortable.  So I continually have to juggle my discomfort, and decide if I'm less uncomfortable without money or without time and energy.

Commercials don't care.  They are big, huge liars.  Acceptable lies.  Huge, acceptable lies. 

We don't even think about the shit we do in this life anymore.

So fucking sad.