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Forced to Wonder

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    I'm really forced to wonder just what it is I'm doing here.  Am I wasting my time sitting?  Should I be typing in my free time for a novel later in life?  And just how much time do I have left.
    I feel like I was meant for something great, because my mind and body are so hardy.  Was I supposed to survive until aging has been 'cured'?  Write a novel like never seen before my time?  Or was I just supposed to make someone happy.
    I feel like my time is being wasted sitting here, burning my days in front of a computer like this.  It's like I'm just stagnating because of something I can't place.  I still don't have a license at twenty years old, and I welcome a job once I get it, but I'm afraid of it, because I see what it does to everyone else.  I'm not ready to grow up, to forget who I was growing up and become a mellow adult who has no friends because 'my job' makes me too tired every day to see someone.
    I don't want a constant engagement where I can't do what I want because I know I have work in a few hours.  I can't be happy that until I'm seventy, half of my waking life will be spent on work that I won't even see eighty percent of.  How is this fair?  Thirty to the government, eight to the state, and the rest on food and housing.  What good is any of that?  I don't want to figure out how the fuck to do taxes, so why can't I just have THE ENTIRE THIRTY-FOURTY PERCENT taken out?  No fixed rate?
    I'm just stuck in a haze, like everyone else in our economy of educated unemployed people.  We were meant for something great, but what is it?  When will it happen?  Will it?
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People,the rare few such as us.... We are the only ones who, no matter what, will always be cast out by those who wish and hide under the government. For the corner to hide in, the price only climbs. We try to call attention to what is happening to everyone, yet we are shoved away in the closet, hidden from the others who may or may not understand what we are and have been seeing happen for so long.