I was thinking about the people I know tonight, and how almost none of them are doing OK financially or otherwise. And then I considered the ones who could pay their bills and afford to do anything else other than exist, and realized that only a few of them got there themselves. The others had help from their parents. And no offense to these people. They’re not bad people or anything. But hell, maybe they don’t know what they got. Maybe they do!
It’s popular in America to use the phrase “self-made.” I guess because this was once The Land of Opportunity (lol), it was a big deal to make something come from nothing.
And here’s the thing about me: I am self-made. Everything I have in my life I went out there and got for myself. (And here I will tell you that I am made of garbage, and I have nothing.) I’m just a statistic, dude. Most people are in the same situation I’m in— as are billions of other people on planet earth who have it much worse! I mean, hell, at least I have access to potable water.
But let’s face it, man. Why don’t we cut the nonsense and say what it is for once: If you don’t have rich parents or a trust fund or whatever the hell else saves you from having to do hard manual labor for miserable pay, and you happen to live in the United States: you’re burnt and you’re bust. It’s over, buddy. You got off on the wrong foot and there’s no righting it outside of pure luck. You got too far behind the eight ball and you’re slumming it for the rest of your god dang stupid broke-ass life.