Don’t Blink Twice

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I want to talk about feeling disillusioned.

I want to talk about feeling like there’s no point to anything you’re doing.

I want to talk about feeling so apathetic you can’t help but continue perpetuating the same cycle of utter bullshit over and over again.

I want to talk about that thing they don’t want us to talk about the most.

I want to talk about how we are.

I want to talk about how we used to be.

I want to talk about what we wanted to be.

I want to talk about we’ve hurt one another.

I want to talk about all the tears and sleepless nights we’ve given one another.

I want to talk about all the promises we’ve given one another.

I want to talk about the fear we struck in each other’s hearts.

I want to talk about the mistrust we’ve planted in each other’s lives.

I want to talk about how we’ve come to use each other as a reference for how other ought to be — or how they ought not to be.

I want to talk about how fucked up our idea of love is.

I want to talk about how no matter how fucked up it is, it’s still our own.

I want to talk about having a daily to-do list that’s longer than a Costco wholesale store receipt.

I want to talk about working for 12 to 17 hours a day, only to do it the next day until your mind has lost the ability to tell which day of the week it is.

I want to talk about putting in extra hours, working overtime, working weekends and holidays just to prove a point that no one asked you to prove.

I want to talk about working yourself to death till you’ve lost weight, stopped eating, stopped exercising, stopped sleeping and stopped seeing the people you care about.

I want to talk about giving up your life and soul for a job and yet you still feel like you aren’t part of something.

I want to talk about suffering through pointless conversations about ROIs, PPTs, business plans, pitches, escalations and financial feasibility studies just to have to do it all over again the next day.

I want to talk about suffering through dealing with insufferable characters who care only about how much they can milk out of you before you either wither away or wise up and run away.

I want to talk about feeling like you’re wasting your potential — and your very existence — worrying about things that don’t matter in the least.

I want to talk about having your eyes glued to any and all screens at all times.

I want to talk about how we’ve become 0’s and 1’s to one another, being together through machines that have taken over who we once were.

I want to talk about how our days are spent playing a game of catch up, worry about all the things we have to know about.


I want to talk about being afraid to blink, lest you miss out on anything.

I want to talk about wanting to blink twice in a row.

I want to talk about wanting to shut my eyes.

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