Capitalism makes me view the world and society as manufactured. Nothing I buy brings me true happiness, because it is just a means to survive or bring some bare minimum amount of comfort. Nothing out there to watch, play, read, listen to brings authentic joy as they once did, knowing how much capitalism has affected all of those mediums.

I’ve had to watch my dreams and ambitions die on the chopping block, because they’d require a level of financial stability or requirement I’d never ever get to see in my life even now.

They say you should turn your hobbies into a job. Well to me, my idea of a hobby is to enjoy and to escape. To monetize it, would mean I have to let that toxic friend be more of a friend than I am already at a discomfort with being my unintentional friend in the first place.

I already have a very jarred and jaded outlook on everything in the world, thanks to capitalism. I even despise the word ‘consumer’ because that’s a derogatory term to devalue people by, but we’ve come to accept it unfortunately.

And one day, I will be a victim of this capitalism. I am just one car repair or emergency visit away from wanting sweet release.