I just saw a newspaper article: Where can you still travel for a vacation?
Subtitle: Are there still safe places for recreation?
Obviously inspired by all the boo-hoo-bombs and all that.
But it made me think: What kind of shitty life do we all live that we need recreation? And how pathetic are we to actually accept two weeks of time-off and bliss as a compensation for some 48 weeks of stress?
Note that the German word for recreation is Erholung, which also translates as rest or recovery.
So, basically, we all crave this recovery. Yeah, but is it not kinda weird that we need recovery? Recovery from what? If we blindly accept, do we not also silently acknowledge that we hate the lives we live from day to day?
Now, you may say: Oh, Tom, you are thinking about it too much. People simply like to get some rest from their work.
Yeah, yeah. You are thinking too much. Fuck you, asshat. Keep saying all these sentences that start with: Well, people simply like to [insert unquestioned stupid habit].
People are social animals. People are ….
People are fucking stupid. They keep repeating all those sentences. All those sentences they heard all their lives, sentences meant to console them, make them feel good about being fucking slaves.
And when you accept such a sentence as consolation, what do you do when somebody else does not? When somebody else reminds you of the shittiness of it all? Exactly. You tell the sentence to them. You mean well, of course.
Oh, isn’t it sad that some people can’t afford to do something nice on their holidays?
Well, isn’t if fucking sad that people can’t afford to do something nice all the fucking time?
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