Yo! who told you that our careers are systematically engraved in our heads that in fact our degrees are a must? a must for the norm when in fact furiously its catered for our “being”.Feverish young professionals with a academic background clueless and oblivious to the actual world of “Lets do lunch”. O excuse me “Brunch”. Don’t even get my started on the quote marks. Where we are all forced in our very own industries of self loathing self edifying loveliness of nothing. Indeed where we are encouraged to fit in, when in fact to “fit in” meaning do as i do. Forced to do as I do, disillusioned industry of lunches, brunches, crunchers. A lie consumed by alcohol infested addictions of bitter sweet cheek and air kisses stretched out with pity. The larger than life agency ego’s with Pinterest the new obsessed and instagram. their really RAD bodies. A kitchen staff primarily there to stock every kind of alcohol imaginable to drown deepest pities and hurts, breakfast meeting to justify our very status. ” A self obsessed industry full of love and hate, Media status Quo and our very need to be noticed. Super charged industry full of a mixed breed of humans with a heirachy of Soldiers, Cow boys and indians. (Maybe sheriffs) i guess this depends on the size of the gun that you enter with or whether you entered with a bow and arrow I call it. More importantly what’s your gun loaded with.
The yearly congratulations to the fresh faced indians now unleashed into a battlefield where some are forced to fight immediately with their bow and arrows, but sadly some to surrender their flags immediately….