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Did you ever meet a guy that should have a warning label stitched on his forehead? Not the sex offenders. We should just castrate those assholes. Get it over with. Neuter them like dogs.
I’m talking about those men that are just soulless. The hacks. The washouts. The guys with the fancy offices. They should be labeled by Jesus or the government or some humanitarian organization. Big red letters across the forehead. I SOLD OUT.
That’s my boss. My former boss, after tomorrow. As predicted, I was laid off. I hear it’s common these days.
My boss told me they were letting a lot of people go, but every name is on next weeks schedule but mine. And I’m surprised by my reaction.
I am strangely contented. I’m feeling very Zen about this. The future that I fear does not exist. It is only my imagination. The future will be created by my action. What do I want my future to be?
I want it to be bold and daring. I want it to be honest and raw. I want it to be peaceful and unburdened. So I should let things out more. I should be honest abut how I am feeling, at least with myself, always. Follow my emotions. If it feels wrong, alter course. I’m going to try that for a while, being zen about things.
But more about my boss, the sell out. He sold his soul for money, prestige, a whiff of power. He has a nice car and a house. He has a nice wife. I met her. She is lovely and charming. His children are sweet and awesome. He has a pool in the yard, I bet he has a mistress. The man has it all.
And he always looks bored. Sometimes, he looks like he’s crying with dried up tear ducts. He pinches back pain with his facial muscles. He grimaces and moves his head a lot when he talks. He avoids eye contact at all costs. He makes me want to meditate more.
And he fired me today. This man fired me. Sorry, he laid me off. I am jobless. I have to apply for unemployment. It is what it is. I am going to try to be Zen about most things from now on.
I want to study the moments of my life. I want to get to know me.
So, I can’t hate my boss. I can’t even make fun of him. It’s a waste of time and energy. And he’s just another sad person caught in a dysfunctional system, just like me, just like all of us.
His whole life rests upon his current employment, and today his job was to fire me…lay me off, sorry.
I don’t think he liked it. In fact, I think it really pissed him off. They told him to let me go because of my work, he disagreed, but he followed orders. I think a part of him died today. It was sad to watch, honestly.
But that’s just my speculation. I don’t really know the man at all. He might be a sociopath ice-demon that jerked off right after he fired me. But I’ll going to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Hey boss-man, no crying. I know it hurt to let me go fire me. You fucking fired me, boss. But no worries. I forgive you. I understand how it is. It has us by the balls. The system is killing off most of us.
Where are my revolutionaries? Where are my heroes and martyrs? The present American moments are awful. I need help.
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Metanarrative