Let me start this off by stating that there are two types of people in the world. This is a reality everyone here (I hope) is acquainted with.
1. The Haves.
These are the peckerwood sacks of shit who have everything handed to them on a silver platter, dipped in gold, diamond-studded, and sprinkled with emeralds. Usually NT Chads or Stacys, or just NT in general.
2. The Have-Nots.
Basically everyone here, or at least the vast, overwhelming majority. In an ideal world, these people would be executed at birth or better yet, aborted in utero. We have no reason to exist, and yet we do because of "Mah deversetee n shiet", which is another empty platitude to excuse a lack of pragmatism.
With that established, onto the topic of this thread: My sister's car.
It, by itself, means nothing beyond its assigned purpose. It is a neutral, unbiased tool.
It's not the car itself I have an issue with (truth be told, it's quite shit from what I've heard), but what it represents.
It represents my life vs her life. Even now, as I'm typing this, she's already in the process of getting ready for college. I, on the other hand, have ADHD and Autism and therefore have no prospects. My life was ruined before it could even begin, and my parents deserve to be skinned alive and hung from a tree for not aborting me or killing me at birth.
I am a Have-Not. My sister is a Have.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go buy some Smirnoff and drink myself into a stupor so I can forget my meaningless existence for a few hours, maybe puke, and hopefully get closer to liver disease and eventually death.
1. The Haves.
These are the peckerwood sacks of shit who have everything handed to them on a silver platter, dipped in gold, diamond-studded, and sprinkled with emeralds. Usually NT Chads or Stacys, or just NT in general.
2. The Have-Nots.
Basically everyone here, or at least the vast, overwhelming majority. In an ideal world, these people would be executed at birth or better yet, aborted in utero. We have no reason to exist, and yet we do because of "Mah deversetee n shiet", which is another empty platitude to excuse a lack of pragmatism.
With that established, onto the topic of this thread: My sister's car.
It, by itself, means nothing beyond its assigned purpose. It is a neutral, unbiased tool.
It's not the car itself I have an issue with (truth be told, it's quite shit from what I've heard), but what it represents.
It represents my life vs her life. Even now, as I'm typing this, she's already in the process of getting ready for college. I, on the other hand, have ADHD and Autism and therefore have no prospects. My life was ruined before it could even begin, and my parents deserve to be skinned alive and hung from a tree for not aborting me or killing me at birth.
I am a Have-Not. My sister is a Have.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go buy some Smirnoff and drink myself into a stupor so I can forget my meaningless existence for a few hours, maybe puke, and hopefully get closer to liver disease and eventually death.
