I was sitting here doing the laundry and all of a sudden it hit me that this is not the life that I was promised growing up, and now I want to cry. This was supposed to be the greatest country in the world. The land of opportunity. I was promised a life that didn't crush my fucking soul on a daily basis, but now all I do is sit at home because, despite working our asses off, we can never get ahead enough to really enjoy life. It's like prices are always nipping right at our heels, no matter how hard we work, the money never actually stretches any farther. I was promised that if I worked hard and went to school, that I'd have a great life and be able to retire someday, be able to afford basic health care and eat, but no. Nobody warned me about the corporate overlords and the greed and the fucking corruption that would ruin even those basic things that everyone else in the developed world is actually guaranteed.
Nobody told me growing up how just... small other people are here in America, and that someday, I would be fighting every single day with a 30 million person cult of the most miserable fucking people that have ever walked the planet. People who just froth at the mouth at the idea of hurting other people, who just really get joy out of other people's misery.
I just want to feel like there's something to celebrate on the 250th anniversary of the country that I grew up in and love, but I don't. There's nothing to celebrate.
I'm just angry because I am sitting here mourning the life and country that I was promised instead of being excited for what could've been an incredible celebration.
