Maybe I’ve had it all wrong. Maybe life post 2020 isn’t Hell. I’m only realizing this as I’m typing it out at 2:30 AM, but perhaps there is something that makes the whole sheep who believe everything the media tells them having influence over our lives in a post-truth world thing seem trivial; insignificant. No, what truly is Hell is living with someone who decides to have hour plus long conversations with strangers at midnight. Who has to wander all over the house making noises while I’m trying to sleep before having to wake up early to immediately rush into the work day…
Well I’m up REAL early now, and I REALLY am living in Hell.
I understand that there are worse issues in the world, but the world needs to understand that people–that me–not being afforded time to sleep is a problem! After working a long hard week, and enduring an uncomfortably warm early October day, the only reward I’m looking forward to is rest and recovery… I wont be well rested, I’ll hardly be recovered, and I’m sure I’ll lose out on a big chunk of tomorrow as I will undoubtedly crash not long after being released from the daytime prison sentence I call my job.
I’m sick of noisy people.