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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:13 pm
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Yesterday was father's day (as it is 12:04 right now, making it officially tonights's tomorrow where I am), I was at work for a 10 hour shift, which I get paid less than minimum legal wage for. I had no break, no lunch, no food. I was supposed to leave at 10, however my team mates who I had covered for yesterday ditched and left me, meaning I had to stay later. Finally when it was time for me to go, the people on line refused to let me leave, demanding that I HAD to take care of them, as they had been waiting in line, none of them even considerate of the fact I had no food, no rest, and had been on my feet for over 10 hours and that it was time for me to leave 10 minutes AGO. After growling and just leaving the ******** where they stand I swipe out and leave. On the train home I reflect on my life and realize I don't like how I wasted the first nineteen years of my existence taking s**t from everyone, being bullied, teased, insulted and walked over by everyone around me, and then I start to look at my sex life, or lack thereof, as I have yet to (physically) be with a woman, and it get on my nerves how I stand here, a young, potent man, unable to even speak with a female face to face, or if I do speak to them they either 1- only become my friends, or 2 already have a boyfriend.
And then it hit me... I became enlightened and at the same time suffered a deadly existential crisis. I Daniel Eric Vasquez, of Manhattan New York, gender male, age nineneen years three months, and eighteen odd days...
Am meaningless.
I am a speck, a worthless piece of dust, when I die who will remember me? What legacy will I leave? Perhaps a handfull of people, but what about when they die? Who will remember me then? No one. I will leave no legacy, leave nothing behind of my passage through life, thusly showing my fallability, humanity, and the fact that I am NOT EVEN a smudge on the pages of history.
And that enrages me.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 9:17 pm
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