The Wee Democracy

back in time
 
apparently, i'm eight years old again. what started out as a simple tender eyelid, yesterday, has escalated into the fear that i have perhaps the most useless stupid disease ever divised -- pink eye.
 
i'm not for sure what it is, but for sure my eyelid is swollen and tender. my eye's ok. no pinkness, really to speak of outside of their normal bloodshottedness. but what's really ticking me off is the fact that i could be seriously fucked by this. i mean, i don't have insurance. i don't even have a doctor.
 
i'm irrationally angry, and i've picked the perfect pawn to throw down my irrational anger upon - the system.
 
college doesn't teach you what to do when you graduate without a job and benefits right out of the gate. they need to have a class that teaches you how to take care of yourself. evidently, you're supposed to learn all that on your own. well, if i can learn so damn much on my own, how come i had to go to school in the first place? huh? how come i couldn't just stay home all those years of my whimsical youth before the weight of the world destroyed my spirit and play super mario bros. all day? hmm? i wouldn't have gotten pink eye either, if i was just safe in my home. so teach us something worthwhile education system.
 
and health care? you can stick it up your ass, too. insurance, prescriptions, doctors, pharmacists. jack up the prices to everything so you can all screw me, why don't you?? make sure you're always putting your foot on the little guy's neck so he's always on the defensive, and can't threaten your gestapo-like reign of power and the oligarchy that runs this effed up country of big wigs and broken down heroes on a last chance power drive.
 
i have pink eye, and i'm gonna have to go to the nastiest hospital in the city to get it fixed before tomorrow. damn the man.
 
 
 
feeling: like oscar
thinking of: nothing anymore
song of the day: age of consent - new order
do you find this happens all the time? crucial point one day becomes a crime