Escaped Wage Slave: I Observe*

Saturday, August 30, 2025

I Observe*

I'm Old

Society has relegated me to Observer. It's the only duty I have. Nobody talks to me, nobody wants me around. To all those Snowflakes out there who fear micro-aggressions and need their safe space, coloring book and teddy bear, try spending a day in these size 11 loafers. Shoes pre-named for your Generation?.

I only had one year I could use this line - "Lady, I'm 67 years old, I'm not 6 or 7 years old." I got it off only three effective times. Medical inquisitors are the worst. It's just amazing I got this far without their help. There is such an assumption in society that I can't tie my shoes and I'm helpless without a bossy, fat female in my life.. There are an awful lot of those dickheads, they are called Married. Don't count me in that group of mooshheads. I seldom have a useful conversation with these type of men. They don't have a thought in their head that isn't wife approved. And some are even proud of that fact. They call her 'Boss'.

Young or old, all women are scared to death of me. Basically, the cell phone has stripped their personality and filled the void with a quivering, cowardly jabbering carcass of gelatinous goo. A group that happily proclaims their brain doesn't work and stumbling through life, wasting everyone's time, is somehow 'cute'. Who picks up after these absent-minded wack-a-doodles? The lights are on and nobody is home. They do know I could be a rapist, a serial killer, or bandit but I'm not. I stopped talking to these types of molded idiots. They will do anything to belong. Ass kissers and character assassins is what they are. Quite pathetic. Facebook people.

... and youth? F.o.r.g.e.t.a.b.o.u.t.i.t. In any organizing type meeting when the speaker says. "We have to involve the youth. They are our future." Immediately jump up and inform her that American youth are stupidest, most coddled and unmotivated people on the planet (or disk, if you prefer). Dragging their dumb asses along will only slow up what we have to do. I am impressed occasionally when I meet a young man or woman ahead of the curve. These youngsters stand out and will be recruited into Intelligence work. The slow squirrels will get run over, I'm sure.

Do people ask you your name without introducing themselves first? It happens to me often. Usually they will scurry away with the precious piece of information and the messenger will deliver to who sent them. They seem truly offended when I say, "What's your fucking name? Blow me."

A little passive-aggressive annoyance of mine is the need of service people to make me wait. I only have so much time left and they insist on stealing it. Ex: I'm patiently waiting six back in the checkout line with my few items and have to suffer through the chit-chat of each and every item each and every person brings to the counter. I finally get to the cashier and she suddenly finds some extremely important task that has to be done right now. And I wait for her to get change, replace the paper or, what I truly love, is her answering the phone and helping the person on the other end. And I wait and internally steam. I observe. This isn't a one-off thing. It happens a lot I walk out. Or the inverse when I walk in a retail store and the staff doesn't acknowledge my presence. Again, I walk out. Maybe I'll be back at a better time, probably not. Walking away is my main defense in these goofy times, esp. when I want to give them my money and they do nothing to deserve it, not even a "Hello".

I've simply stopped talking to anyone. The shunning I receive on a daily basis has proven to me wherever I go I'm in a hellish dream. These soulless, heartless energy vampires I must interact with cannot be human beings. I don't feel a kinship, in fact, a threatening demeanor in this society does intimidate me. There is little fight left in me and it seems I've always been on the defensive. The indifference I may live with, the meanness has hit it's mark.

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