Your Antagonist here,
Double rant tonight. As for my writing, I'm about 12K words in between 4 projects, so expect multiple releases or one big release in coming weeks. Yes that means Payback is a Switch Chapter 2, along with a fight fic, a... unique(?) clop story, and something completely my (non-sexual) fetish. Anyhow, let's get to it.
Fucking College... Is It Even Worth It?
You know, it's not that I don't appreciate college, because with all the emphasis that society puts on getting an higher education and monetary gain it's kind of hard not to. It's just that I don't derive any sense of fulfillment from it. By it I mean the grind. The whole earn five variants of a single degree which in reality doesn't guarantee you shit but debt and a slightly-better-but-not-really-that-much-better-shot at getting a job over someone with an intricate and extensive work history.
I mean what's the real point in pursuing a higher education for anything other than sating the pleasure of acquiring further knowledge? We're all without exception going to end up deep-sixed-- that's dead for those of you who don't get the slang-- at some point, so why do we willingly throw away precious hours upon days, upon years of our lives trying to attain some magical piece of paper that's allegedly the ticket to ultimate fulfillment in life except for the fact that, you know, you'll most likely end up in debt for it.
By no means is a degree not worth attaining, after all if one has the patience for school and it makes them happy, then by all means they should continue their schooling. It’s just we attach so much pressure to the concept of a degree. But with the way we build them up, we make it seem like the paper is a brilliant rainbow casting its radiance over a colorless gray sea of subparity and failure. A sea filled to the brim with directionless, unsuccessful, homeless dropouts who will never amount to anything because they didn’t pay to sit and be miserable for an upwards of four to eight years like every other ‘successful’ graduate in this country who followed their ‘dreams’.
I can’t speak for every person with a degree obviously, but honestly, there are some cases like dentists that make me wonder “Who the fuck, when they were a child, wanted to go to school for four years so they could clean and scrape teeth for a living?” That sure as hell wasn’t my fantasy growing up, I wanted to be a T-Rex pilot, because apparently I was awesome as a child. Then at some point, I matured a little more and realized I wanted to be an army man, and I guess I halfway made that dream come true. My point is we don’t do it because it makes us happy, we do it because it makes us stable.
Happiness is a dream we have to throw under the rug in favor of success and content at some point, which is the unfortunately very shitty message I gathered from watching the very hilarious Simon Pegg/ Edgar Wright movie“The World’s End”. Sad but true.
Once again, it’s not that I don’t appreciate college, and it’s not that I couldn’t handle the rising workloads. I will handle the workloads as I see fit, and I’ll get my degrees in time. Perhaps not now but eventually. It’s just that I’m very aware of how limited I am, and how limited an experience this whole life business is and how much of our time is wasted on these very pressure driven pursuits that have been pushed on us our whole lives by greedy fuckstains in a position of wealth and power and our fellow cogs in the machine.
It’s funny when you think about it. You push forth with all this business about degrees and finding a perfect career, and then just like that, in a freak instant, a stray bullet finds your spine, an inattentive driver turns a little too hard, or some undercooked chicken, and bam, you see how truly limited your life was, and society never bats an eye. It just takes your money, closes your box, fits a new cog into place, and the machine just keeps on turning.
Depressing isn’t it? Ah well, just keep on turning, that’s what we humans do isn’t it? We turn till the grave. At least until some fucker discovers immortality. Then we can turn forever.
Subrant- I Really Hate Children In Arcades
Do you like children? I fucking don't, or at least not most of them, and I think I'm justified in my saying this because some kids are awesome as hell while others haven't been struck enough by their parents. (Yeah, I said it, now deal with it.) You know what I do like however? Metal Slug. I fucking love Metal Slug with the exception of Metal Slug 1, 7 and the GBA edition. I love metal slug so much I can beat 2 and X in 10 credits losing no lives on the first four stages.
Now I've been playing on an emulator for the past few years so imagine my surprise when I hear from my friend that there's a legit Metal Slug 6 cabinet at what I presume to be the only Chuck E. Cheese on the island of Oahu. So off to the C.E.C I went, I traded in my money for the little tokens, and set out in search of the machine, and when I saw it, golly, she was a sight to behold. Using my knowledge of arcade machines that I've garnered from working in one for the past year, I started my venture on the player two side of the machine, because the player one side is ALWAYS fucked up on the game you really want to play. Remember that forever, it's the law of any arcade anywhere.
So I set out on my adventure of fucking every Nazi, alien, and tank up the ass with a Tomahawk and a machine gun and I'm just having a splendid time. Eating coffee favored werther's originals, listening to Nujabes, fucking shit up 2D and top-down, when all of a sudden this child who I'm going to refer to as Skidmark the Unwashed for the remainder of this story, walks up behind me. I think to myself, fuck it, he'll probably wait till I'm done, this is the last boss anyhow.
No. He does not wait. Skidmark puts a coin into the slot and jumps in, which I must add I had no problem with. He loses all three lives fairly quickly, and I assume that he'll either put in another coin or go away. He does neither of these two things. See, because I'm not one to waste time doing silly things like putting in credits everytime I hit the continue countdown on an arcade game, my little credit queue is at four. Skidmark, being the dried shame stain of a four year old that he was decided that my credits were his credits. That we were fucking friends.
Let me tell you something about Skidmark: I know nothing about Skidmark. I have never made Skidmark feel sexually uncomfortable, I have never been in a nerf war with him, we have never sparred or grappled, and I have never argued the finer points of increasingly harsher double standards between the sexes in America with him. We are not fucking friends. I gave a grunt of frustration.
So what does Skidmark do? I'll you what he didn't do, and he did not prove his competence as a metal slug player. He lost all three lives... again... this time out of my pocket. We can talk about how petty I am later. Because now Skidmark was looking at another fucking continue countdown. I assumed for a moment that he'd just move along and play something else, I was hoping on it, counting on it. He looks at me and quite emotionlessly, slaps the start button again. The look in his eyes could have only broken me further if he was fucking one of my exes on my bed-couch thing, with my own fire-and-ice condoms, because those are awesome and he is scum.
I think I yelled "Fucking tears!" in this family environment, but I'm not 100% sure. Then like a true asshole who has just allowed themselves into your kitchen during family dinner, he starts making himself at home, casually perusing the character selection like a 5' 11'' black dude in a 'Breaking Bad' T-shirt is just going to let him walk away not stuffed into a plastic barrel of hydrofluoric acid, while humming 'Winter Wrap Up'.
Just as contemplated snap-kicking his ass to the floor if he did it a third time, he just walks away without even selecting a character or playing the life. With that move I felt as though he not only fucked my ex like he did one paragraph up, but that he also poked holes in all of the other condoms just to spite me. In my confusion, I lost my Super-Vehicle on screen which not only killed me but put me back to the continue screen with only 1 credit left. Now, I beat the game and still got my 1st place on the pointless arcade rankings, but fuck that joy molesting crusty little shit stain. You just don't do that.