I Hate This World

I hate this world. So much. Just… why? All of it. Why? You work, you get paid, you eat. That’s how it should be. Not people stealing from you, not people working in slave shops making iPhones and then exporting them to rich countries, not medical doctors breaking you with bills, not idiot interpretations of our stories…

Like, if people just had a few nice things, kitchen appliances, and work and good relationships, that’s really all you need. Not buying en masse new products, and throwing out antiques and replacing them with Ikea furniture. Like, imagine this: A person actually learns Carpentry, in a local town, and sells his furniture to people all over the world through advanced networks of logistics. And that man, in turn, pays local businesses and local food markets, and he eats. Is that too hard to accomplish? And somewhere, they have a sustainable forest, which they harvest for woods, and somewhere, they have an iron ore mining operation, where people are paid equitable salaries to mine ore, and a metal forger makes it into steel, and a nail company buys it, and makes nails, and a timber company makes raw wood, and that carpenter takes some of his money, buys those resources. which ship to you by that advanced logistics, and the carpenter shapes wood, and sells it all over the world at a profit, and no advertiser puts him to shame with their cheap shit. That’s my imagine song. And medical is a utility, therefore paid by tax funds. And you can have whatever religion or weird idea you want, and even write and talk about it so long as you aren’t physically hurting anyone or anything, and no abstractions of that, either, to make weird gray areas that don’t make any sense.