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I bitch about my job. But this world is built so that money solves a lot of problems. And I'm grateful that the corpos pay me to not have to worry about much. I have basic needs, extra comforts, and small luxuries abound.

But the cognitive dissonance is always there. Like a distant scream.

I know I'm chasing a dangling carrot. I know this same system shits on "undesireables". I know that on a corpo whim I could be in a precarious financial situation.

I'm a bad anarchist.