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Saturday, May 4, 2013
Character Rants
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Underdog
said...
How can they call themselves gods anyway? Aren’t they supposed to be our examples? Blinding your own grandson because you’re jealous of the mortals that he blesses? It’s all Zeus’s fault… better watch out there’s a thunderbolt with your name on it. First he kills his own father… well hell lets start with Kronos.. eating your own children cuz you think their going to overthrow you? Duh.. can you think of a better way to GET overthrown. Why can’t they just keep it together. Why does the Z man have to have his big ol manhood in everyone’s business anyway? I thought Plutus was supposed to make things better. Am I going to be penalized for just having a little fun? No one’s gonna tell me how I’m spending my gold. It’s mine and I have every right to do what I want with it. Take my gold away? Well maybe I’ll just right up there and take it back… and while I’m at it maybe I’ll take back all the sacrifices I’ve spent all my money on for all my friggin life.
I don't know where to even start. It all seems so overwhelming. So many obstacles. I walk away feeling how outside the system I am at times. Trying to break into the system. Wanting to be part of it. The unfairness of the system to the ones on the outside. A lack of inclusion. That's what it is. A lack of inclusion. No welcome mat. What do I do? Join 'em? Give up all my dreams and join with them? How do I keep myself from being corrupted by the system. How do I still hold on to a sense of who I really am and want to do? Once you are in, it is so seductive to stay there and climb that ladder.
These gods - how worthless they can be! Sitting on their little mountain top looking down upon us. Not a care in the world. They only seem to support a few people. They have a lack of vision to realize that this could be a different world if they decided to make it that way. After all, they have the power! But they don't care. They don't care enough to make a change. They accept all our sacrifices. Pretty much live off of it. But what have they done for me in return? What a cruel mistress this world has become. Taking everything and giving nothing back. I hate Zeus. There, I said it! I hate all the gods and in fact have no faith in them - that they can do the right thing!
Gods my feet itch! I can't stop it. Every time I think of the next bill I have to pay: rent, gas, electric, netflix, phone, kids' phone, student loans - I'm still paying that fucker off, hell it'll kill me before I kill it. Honestly, my feet never stop itching. Do you ever think Madonna's feet itch or Obama's or the Fed's feet itch. Does it happen to everyone, anyone besides me? Even when I'm relaxed listening to Robert Johnson do his thing puffin' on my 50 cent cigars, I can't help cop a scratch or two. I mean when I get to thinkin' about it, I'm surprised I have any toes left. If you think about it, this world, this country especially, but the world too, determining who gets the jobs + how + why + and how much I owe. Austerity and Crises abound (and be damned), it's a wonder we haven't gone all Roman Empire on ourselves...
Zeus, Athena, Aphrodite… You narcissistic self serving gods of fate! It’s all your fault! You created this economic injustice we humans suffer...this inequality between the few who have and the majority who have not… debilitating poverty, dashed dreams, dignity drained, self-worth sacrificed on your altars of shame. You don’t give a damn about us and our well-being…..you only care about yourselves and satisfying your sadistic self-serving appetites. We’re just small people pawns in your big god game of life…. You get bored with yourselves and play with us people like toys…our unfortunate fate merely fun and sport for you…..abusive amusements that shatter us...and when we break, you don’t try to mend us…. you throw us a way and disappear...But we will seek you and find you....we will overthrow you and overcome the misfortunes you've caused us to suffer....
And Plutus -- that guy should have my back. I sacrificed plenty of Sunday beers his way. He abandoned me in my greatest hour of need. Zeus! We all deserve a chance to do what we do well and get payed for it. Now...I went to school. I learned how to run a good business but when my landlord upped the rent everything went to shit. And these damned Gods won't throw me a bone. I had to shut down my operation after down sizing so small that it was just me in a room as small as a toilet and I prayed to Zeus. Hell I climbed Mount Olympus and he never once showed me so much as a thunder bolt. Aphrodite didn't whisper any words of love in my ear. They just left me hanging out with my pants down. My kid can't go to the school he wants. My wife is ready to leave me for rich guy down the block. And all these Gods do up there is drink ambrosia and take care of themselves. They do nothing to get me back on my feet. I hate them. I hate everything they stand for. I don't consider myself a violent person but if I got them in a room alone at this point I don't know what would happen.
I can see the light of Olympus pink in their cheeks.
Aphrodite would lick the sweet bathwater off his neck in a heartbeat.
Athena says his smarts are the kind we need, the kind important to Olympus--the knowledge of how to fuck everyone else. I guess knowing how to fight back ain't quite so treasured anymore.
Apollo should know better. I ask him to reason with Zeus, give justice to the people who deserve it, who work for it.
But desert, apparently, ain't what it used to be.
Plutus might be the only hope now. He don't care if you live in a penthouse in the center of the world or a split level barely even on the face of the earth-- he can't see for shit. His aim for throwing those gold coins ain't so good these days, though.
So, hey Plutus, no one else is listening. No one else can see that I'M the one who deserves some of the good stuff. Get those peepers checked out and look down on me.
Hell, I'd settle for a job.
No one else sees me, but I'm the one who kept them all safe, who fought back against injustice. Ain't got no job now-- what am I gonna do? And without me there, what do they think they're gonna do come wartime? Huh? Huh?
Yeah, I like to shop. It makes me feel better. Sometimes I feel like its the only way for me to get any attention. "Hey, is that a new dress?" I know that's not really true but it feels that way sometimes-- I have to be validated by others and specifically about my looks. I should be smarter than this-- I need to pay back close to $100,000 in student loans. If every time I wanted to buy something to wear I put that money in an envelope to chip away at my loans I'd make at least a little progress twords paying them off. But the debt feels so monumental, I feel like there's almost no point. I have bad credit by this point anyway. Maybe I should just default already and live with the consequences. I'm not a bad person. I'm in debt and unemployed. How did I get here? It's not fair. I blame the gods.
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8 comments:
How can they call themselves gods anyway? Aren’t they supposed to be our examples? Blinding your own grandson because you’re jealous of the mortals that he blesses? It’s all Zeus’s fault… better watch out there’s a thunderbolt with your name on it. First he kills his own father… well hell lets start with Kronos.. eating your own children cuz you think their going to overthrow you? Duh.. can you think of a better way to GET overthrown. Why can’t they just keep it together. Why does the Z man have to have his big ol manhood in everyone’s business anyway?
I thought Plutus was supposed to make things better. Am I going to be penalized for just having a little fun? No one’s gonna tell me how I’m spending my gold. It’s mine and I have every right to do what I want with it. Take my gold away? Well maybe I’ll just right up there and take it back… and while I’m at it maybe I’ll take back all the sacrifices I’ve spent all my money on for all my friggin life.
The outsider said...
I don't know where to even start. It all seems so overwhelming. So many obstacles. I walk away feeling how outside the system I am at times. Trying to break into the system. Wanting to be part of it. The unfairness of the system to the ones on the outside. A lack of inclusion. That's what it is. A lack of inclusion. No welcome mat. What do I do? Join 'em? Give up all my dreams and join with them? How do I keep myself from being corrupted by the system. How do I still hold on to a sense of who I really am and want to do? Once you are in, it is so seductive to stay there and climb that ladder.
These gods - how worthless they can be! Sitting on their little mountain top looking down upon us. Not a care in the world. They only seem to support a few people. They have a lack of vision to realize that this could be a different world if they decided to make it that way. After all, they have the power! But they don't care. They don't care enough to make a change. They accept all our sacrifices. Pretty much live off of it. But what have they done for me in return? What a cruel mistress this world has become. Taking everything and giving nothing back. I hate Zeus. There, I said it! I hate all the gods and in fact have no faith in them - that they can do the right thing!
Gods my feet itch! I can't stop it. Every time I think of the next bill I have to pay: rent, gas, electric, netflix, phone, kids' phone, student loans - I'm still paying that fucker off, hell it'll kill me before I kill it. Honestly, my feet never stop itching. Do you ever think Madonna's feet itch or Obama's or the Fed's feet itch. Does it happen to everyone, anyone besides me? Even when I'm relaxed listening to Robert Johnson do his thing puffin' on my 50 cent cigars, I can't help cop a scratch or two. I mean when I get to thinkin' about it, I'm surprised I have any toes left. If you think about it, this world, this country especially, but the world too, determining who gets the jobs + how + why + and how much I owe. Austerity and Crises abound (and be damned), it's a wonder we haven't gone all Roman Empire on ourselves...
Zeus, Athena, Aphrodite… You narcissistic self serving gods of fate! It’s all your fault! You created this economic injustice we humans suffer...this inequality between the few who have and the majority who have not… debilitating poverty, dashed dreams, dignity drained, self-worth sacrificed on your altars of shame. You don’t give a damn about us and our well-being…..you only care about yourselves and satisfying your sadistic self-serving appetites. We’re just small people pawns in your big god game of life…. You get bored with yourselves and play with us people like toys…our unfortunate fate merely fun and sport for you…..abusive amusements that shatter us...and when we break, you don’t try to mend us…. you throw us a way and disappear...But we will seek you and find you....we will overthrow you and overcome the misfortunes you've caused us to suffer....
Average Joe said...
And Plutus -- that guy should have my back. I sacrificed plenty of Sunday beers his way. He abandoned me in my greatest hour of need. Zeus! We all deserve a chance to do what we do well and get payed for it. Now...I went to school. I learned how to run a good business but when my landlord upped the rent everything went to shit. And these damned Gods won't throw me a bone. I had to shut down my operation after down sizing so small that it was just me in a room as small as a toilet and I prayed to Zeus. Hell I climbed Mount Olympus and he never once showed me so much as a thunder bolt. Aphrodite didn't whisper any words of love in my ear. They just left me hanging out with my pants down. My kid can't go to the school he wants. My wife is ready to leave me for rich guy down the block. And all these Gods do up there is drink ambrosia and take care of themselves. They do nothing to get me back on my feet. I hate them. I hate everything they stand for. I don't consider myself a violent person but if I got them in a room alone at this point I don't know what would happen.
The Veteran:
I can see the light of Olympus pink in their cheeks.
Aphrodite would lick the sweet bathwater off his neck in a heartbeat.
Athena says his smarts are the kind we need, the kind important to Olympus--the knowledge of how to fuck everyone else. I guess knowing how to fight back ain't quite so treasured anymore.
Apollo should know better. I ask him to reason with Zeus, give justice to the people who deserve it, who work for it.
But desert, apparently, ain't what it used to be.
Plutus might be the only hope now. He don't care if you live in a penthouse in the center of the world or a split level barely even on the face of the earth-- he can't see for shit. His aim for throwing those gold coins ain't so good these days, though.
So, hey Plutus, no one else is listening. No one else can see that I'M the one who deserves some of the good stuff. Get those peepers checked out and look down on me.
Hell, I'd settle for a job.
No one else sees me, but I'm the one who kept them all safe, who fought back against injustice. Ain't got no job now-- what am I gonna do? And without me there, what do they think they're gonna do come wartime? Huh? Huh?
Yeah, I like to shop. It makes me feel better. Sometimes I feel like its the only way for me to get any attention. "Hey, is that a new dress?" I know that's not really true but it feels that way sometimes-- I have to be validated by others and specifically about my looks.
I should be smarter than this-- I need to pay back close to $100,000 in student loans. If every time I wanted to buy something to wear I put that money in an envelope to chip away at my loans I'd make at least a little progress twords paying them off. But the debt feels so monumental, I feel like there's almost no point. I have bad credit by this point anyway. Maybe I should just default already and live with the consequences.
I'm not a bad person. I'm in debt and unemployed. How did I get here? It's not fair. I blame the gods.
--The Shopper
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