1 This is my life
Friday, December 30, 2022
In a random room in a more or less advanced western country…
A guy still about to turn 30, but who was close to turning it, whom we will call "MC" slept peacefully like a baby
"…ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ... AGHMN…ZZZZZZZZZ…. BUNZZZ…. ZZZZZZZ.... Caroline! Run to the Light! … ZZZZZHHHH… GZZHHHHZZZ…"
…Well…
He slept peacefully like a polar bear in heat...
When suddenly at 06:00 the alarm from his mobile phone, which rested on the nightstand next to his bed... marked the beginning of a new day...
THEY SAY WE'R YOUNG AND WE DON'T KNOW
WE WON'T FIND OUT UNTIL WE GROW
WELL I DON'T KNOW IF ALL THAT'S TRUE
CAUSE YOU GOT ME, AND BABY I GOT YOU
"…z…" MC struggled on his bed as the music from his mobile phone forced him to do something he hated.
Wake up early!
BABE
I GOT YOU BABE
I BOT YOU BABE
"AAHHHAHH!!!!" MC yawned violently and resignedly as he made poor attempts to move part of his sleepy body, brain and soul to try to stop the music that forced him to get up early one more day
Plop…plop… (sounds of things falling as Mc's clumsy hand reached for his phone)…
THE SAY OUR LOVE WON'T PAY THE RENT
BEFORE IT'S EARNED…
Clinc (Sound of turning off the mobile alarm)
"Ah... another fucking shitty day..." Said the MC, who with his eyes closed was getting out of bed, trying to dress properly with his eyes half closed and the light off.
Clanck…
He left the room like a stunned Lv 1 zombie and unconsciously headed towards the kitchen where he turned on the light and there he saw his appearance in the reflection of his metal refrigerator...
A 29-year-old guy who's shorter than taller, fatter than thin, and a little more handsome than ugly without being handsome, dressed in an uncomfortable, non-tailored regulatory suit that he hated to wear.
An ordinary single man that prepared a whole-wheat toast with a loach of ham and he squeezed some oranges to have a freshly squeezed juice... combination of foods that the dietitian advised him to take in the morning to be thinner than fat some indeterminate day...
And after taking the food he prepared the night before from the fridge and putting it in his backpack to eat at noon... he ate his breakfast looking at a fixed point on the wall while hating being born.
"I need hollidays… forever…
I must be one of the few poor idiots who're forced to work in person despite being able to do the job 100% remotely... and also on the last Friday before the end of the year" Mc murmured still half asleep as he fondly remembered the good years he lived during the pandemic, in which he could stay at home for weeks without going out
Then he put on his jacket, took his backpack, put on his headphones to isolate himself as much as possible from the outside world and he went out the door to leave the heating of his small but warm home and face the cold of the morning while his two roommates still slept peacefully, since their companies weren't run by psychopaths who force them to work in person even if it's unnecessary
And like an automaton he walked through the streets following the path that he always used almost unconsciously to get to the train station where he punched his ticket, got on the train, sat down in the first free seat he found, and…
"…ZZZZ…ZzzzZZZ…"
He fell asleep again a few seconds after sitting down to take advantage of the journey in the best way he could think of.
Not doing anything!
And after an hour and a half of travel in which MC woke up from time to time...
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Ehabhgg… eh…" MC stammered upon realizing that he was close to his destination
TINONI! Next stop **** ***** *** *****
Our MC woke up again against his will and automatically got off the train that he always took at the same hour to do the necessary transhipments to get to his job, located in some offices that he arrived at after almost two hours of travel at 8:00 to leave at 17:00, before nightfall.
And without him having time to sit down, turn on his computer, check his email or activate his own mind... the first thing he heard from his boss was…
"Hey MC, we're at the last days of the month, have you allocated your hours yet?" Said his boss, who had a peculiar way of saying good morning to his employees
"Yes… boss, I have already allocated all the hours for the month, including this day in advance…" Said MC, who with great difficulty had his first human interaction of the day, interaction for which his brain wasn't sufficiently prepared yet
"Ok, perfect" His boss said as he returned to his seat to continue with... whatever he was doing...
And due to that question and answer, the fact that he had arrived at his work station and that the Windows was loading on his corporate PC…
His brain also finished upgrading completely
'And this friends, it's the start of another shitty day in the life of your friend and neighbour MC...
By the way, hello, my name is MC and as you can see I'm a normal guy at my age, with a father, a mother, a brother, with friends, a couple of ex-girlfriends, currently single, without major traumas, problems or other cliché bullshit that some main characters usually have
Like any other child I went to primary school, from there I went to secondary school and from there, following the ideal path of a good student, I went to the higher institute specializing in economics.
Why economy? I'm not good at languages, I hate the humanities, and when I was young, specializing in technology and science seemed very hard, complicated and time consuming to me although I liked it and art barely have any solid professional opportunities even if you're relatively good at it like me
However, economics wasn't very complicated for me, I liked it minimally, has many professional opportunities and my father worked in the sector, so he helped me in and was delighted with my decision.
It seemed like a safe option to specialize.
After graduating from the Higher Institute and following the Anglo-Saxon tradition of success, I entered the university, where I studied economics in many of its aspects for 4 years... until I graduated and started performing the act that 99.9% of humanity performs.
Work for someone else!
And fortunately I was able to work on something related to my studies, since I was guided by what was available in the labour market and not by my feelings or dreams like other idiots who work at Mcdonalds with worthless degrees and several postgraduates' Mc thought pessimistically and resignedly as he watched how computer finally turn on after several minutes of useless updates.
"Fuck 69 new emails and 5 meetings for today despite being almost the end of the year?
Do they have to leave everything for the last laborable day of the year?" Mc said pessimistically while checking his Outlook, which seemed to have no end.
'I started at the age of 21 as an intern posting invoices, later the following year I changed jobs and metaphorically ascended keeping the accounts of those who posted the invoices
Two years later I decided to make the big leap becoming a consultant where I was ordered to create and manage projects to allow and facilitate other people to be able to keep track of the invoices that others post among many other things…
And three years after several job changes in the same sector, I began to assign the projects to be created to make it easier for other people to keep track of the invoices that others posted...
My day can now be summed up as 30% bureaucracy, 30% of meetings to decide new bureaucracy, 5% of bureaucracy management, 5% of imputation of bureaucracy, 15% of doing what of doing what I had delegated because apparently nobody knows how to do things well
And from time to time, very occasionally... I have the opportunity to do something that I consider productive or minimally transcendent.
Although I suppose that all those hours of bureaucracy must also be productive and have some notable value, otherwise no private company would pay me a salary well above the average for my country...' Mc thought while verifying that of the infinity of emails in which he was copied, only 9% were addressed to him or to a subject in which he had competence.
"Hey MC, good morning.
Did you see the football game yesterday?" Said Charles, one of MC's co-workers who had just arrived
"No Charles, I didn't see it...
You know I don't watch sports
I was playing a video game" Mc answered as he stopped the music he was listening to isolate himself, until now…
"Hahahaha the usual Mc.
Cheer up that face, today there's a potato omelette sandwich for breakfast
In addition, they pay us this afternoon!" Said Charles trying to spread his positivity to the rest of the staff, especially MC, who was always off in the morning
"Oh, finally something good" MC replied, smiling for the first time that day.
'Yes, these are one of the few things that cheer me up at the end of the day.
Disconnecting from a job during working hours legally.
The time for breakfast is at 10:30 and let me know that there's less time left for lunch at 2:00 PM, which let me know that I have less time left for time to leave at 5:00 p.m. or 6:00 p.m.... or 7:00 p.m. depending on how badly our superior has organized the tasks
However, before those key hours that act as a beacon in a rough, dangerous and shit-filled sea... You have to swim in it with the hope of one day reaching the boat named monthly remuneration' Mc thought while he fantasized about the workday ending as soon as possible, getting home to turn on the computer and see that his bank account had increased
"Charles, you have to correct the data extraction of the evolutive 69569, the data must be extracted from the ZIMT015 table and not from the ZIML015, one corresponds to the data with local currency and the other with foreign currency
The data isn't matching" Mc said as he handed over to one of his juniors who was twice his age the analysis he had made
"Oh thanks Mc, I hadn't noticed" Charles said as he closed the sports pages he was looking at and began to pretend to do something
'And so a day begins and ends a shitty week and year like any other in the life of MC... and fortunately or unfortunately not much will change from this moment on...
Why am I explaining this to myself as if I were the narrator of my own story which I explain to a large audience?
Because yesterday I saw Deathpool again, for entertaining myself while doing a rather monotonous job, because I practically live alone hardly talking to anyone is affecting me very negatively, because I need to remind myself why I keep doing this shit and because I feel the need to write a journal of my life, even mentally...' Mc thought to himself, looking for original and pathetic ways to make the day fun and motivating so as not to fall into madness…
After several hours of answering calls to set up new meetings, meet with customers, suppliers and other workers, carry out part of the bureaucracy that he had to do, supervise that the task he had delegated was correct, help correct the one that wasn't correct and go a few times to the bathroom...
The long-awaited and desired time for breakfast has arrived!
"Let's go, I'm starving!" Mc said enthusiastically for the first time that day to the rest of the team.
Almost synchronously everyone walked out the door towards the same bar as always to eat the sandwich of the day
And once again, as every day, a conversation began between them.
Sometimes they talked about what they had done or will do during the week and weekend, some funny or recurring theme at work... or some issue related to politic or economy
A fairly recurring theme among amateur opinionologists in an eternal economic crisis era.
"Fuck! Another year that my salary hasn't been raised and the prices of everything keep going up!" Shouted one of the MC's colleagues while they were watching news in the TV about the inflation
"This is the wild capitalism we live in, the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.
They don't raise our wages because they have the power and every year they raise prices because they know we have no choice but to buy them." Said the amateur enlightened revolutionary of the group, who tried to instigate the anger and frustration of his companions
"Yes!
These businessmen are fucking blood suckers, exploitative speculators who live off our surplus value and do nothing more than increase their capital" Shouted his wife, that obviously thought alike
"Of course, for that reason I am going to vote for the Progressive Party *******, who have promised that they would force companies to pay more taxes, also to large fortunes, to banks, electricity companies and other multinationals that don't pay taxes here redistribute wealth from the rich to the poor" Said another one who belonged to the same ideological sect
"If it weren't for that, capitalism would have ruined us all!
We need more taxes from the rich for free good quality education, health, pensions… and above all, more state control over the economy so that prices are fair, wages are decent and the jobs aren't precarious!" Said again the illuminated one from the beginning
"AISHH..." Mc said as he unconsciously hit the table with his head
Clash!
A headbutt that alerted everyone…
"Is something wrong MC?" The group of enlightened people asked when they saw the strange behaviour of their strange companion.
"No, nothing is wrong with me, don't worry, I'm just a little tired" Mc said trying to come up with a credible excuse while suppressing his growing urge to express his opinion
An opinion that he shouldn't express if he wanted to continue having a friendly work environment. So he tried to end the conversation "Are we going to pay the bill?"
Everyone agreed. got up, paid the bill and crossed the street to go back to work and continue producing for a few more hours before eating again.
The hours passed quickly for MC thanks to the abundant amount of work he had that day, which made it almost impossible for him to take his eyes off the PC, except for several occasions when someone required his help, advice or needed to get up to consult something with his colleagues or superiors...
So before he knew was getting hungry.
"Finally..." Mc said as he looked at his watch
"Mc, are you coming to eat with everyone?" Asked one of Mc's co-workers, who understood the subtext behind Mc's cry of joy and relief.
"No, today I brought food from home
Besides, I want to eat quickly to get home as early as possible today" Mc said while he locked his pc
Therefore, after finishing everything he had to do in his cubicle and dodging his boss, who always required him at the worst possible moments… he went to the kitchen to warm up the tasteless food that the dietician recommended him, sit at one of the many free tables at that hour and ate quickly to leave earlier that day.
"Even eating is no longer enjoyable...
I would kill for a packet of ketchup…" Said the MC taking the opportunity to speak to himself now that there was no one here
Without wasting any more time, Mc washed the dishes and cutlery, put them in his backpack and returned to his cubicle to exhaust the few hours that remained in his working day, which despite being Friday wasn't intensive
Fortunately or unfortunately, it was a fairly quiet afternoon, among other things because many of the tasks he had to complete depended on the same customer who requested them... customer who always said that everything was very urgent, critical and that it needed to be solved instantly… until they had to do something…
Therefore, after a few hours in which he couldn't do everything he wanted Mc went out the door to his long-awaited freedom
"Finally, now I only have two hours of travel to get home...
Fortunately tomorrow is a weekend... but one with holidays which unfortunately won't be compensated on subsequent work days
Fucking shit!" Mc murmured, being positive as always as he entered the tram with the firm intention of relaxing his mind
Mc continued with his usual route to his Mc cave, leaving the tram and getting on the train, where fortunately he was able to sit down in less than 20 minutes.
After more than an hour Mc got up from the uncomfortable seat of the public transport that was always late and that he overpaid in exchange for a bad and inefficient monopolistic service that he had no choice but to use if he wanted to avoid buying a car that due to the new and changing regulations on pollution, circulation and taxes should suffer in the case of having it and get rid of it in a few years...
Aaaanndddd…
He left the station at 20:10, looking back as he walked to see if he could find some friend to talk a little
But the MC had no luck... there was no one he knew at the train station at that time in that town an hour and a half from the metropolis...
Town where our Mc stayed despite the long journey because the cost of living here was more affordable to save money... and because he didn't feel like making big changes in his life right now…
And in a few, but long minutes our Mc finally reached the door of his apartment, took the keys out of his pocket, opened the door with them, hung up his coat in the hall... And he yelled like he was Fred Flintstone "I'm home already!!"
However, no one answered, there was no one here...
What was it due to?
His two roommates with whom he shared certain expenses but whom he almost never saw had gone out of town for several days to spend the New Year's Eve party with more people, including many single girls.
How did Mc know? It wasn't because they had told him days before to ask him if he wanted to go with them...
They had left an explanatory note in the kitchen, where they had also told him to take the garbage down.
"Cool…
Well... I wasn't going to go either... but it hurts that they don't even ask…
…
Hippie's sons of bitches…" Mc said to himself as he tidied up the kitchen in which he intended to eat later and put on his coat again to take down the garbage that his flatmates whom he hated more everyday could have taken down before going off to spend all the money in alcohol, tobacco and other illegal drugs with the slim hope of fornicating in a mediocre way with a drunk girl from the crowd
After throwing out the garbage, he went to buy something for dinner, since his flatmates, who gave him more trouble than joy, had ransacked the fridge before leaving... and while Mc was walking again through the cold and almost deserted streets of his town he suddenly received a call halfway to get home...
"Hi Mom…"
"..."
"Yes, I went out to buy some things for dinner today…"
"..."
"Yes... I'm eating well, don't worry"
"..."
"Yes, tomorrow night I'll go home, I'll have the morning busy with work issues... apart from that I'll bring some dessert"
"Yes, I know that dad doesn't like white chocolate, after almost three decades of living together I remember those details"
"..."
"Yes, I love you too, see you...
If you see my brother tell him to give me back the hard drive, I need it"
"..."
He had a call from his family, with whom he had an excellent relationship and they saw each other almost every weekend, where they ate until they burst, talked about the week and had some endearing moments together...
And after that call that helped our Mc not to think negatively during part of the journey to his apartment, from which he didn't want to have left...
He went back through the door, threw his coat disgustingly on the floor and went back into the kitchen to cook
"Fuck it's gotten too late...
Every day I have less time to do anything" Said the MC to himself as he sat down to eat the grilled turkey he had cooked… and made a deadly mistake
Turn on the TV!
[The ministry of equality will use 300 million euros to change the traffic signs that are considered sexist around the country, adding women with skits and braids in them
Likewise, a new tax of 3% has been approved to…]
Clanck!
A TV that he turned off immediately when he heard that new and in an almost masochistic way, he used his mobile phone to see his bank account, in which he had received his payroll a few minutes ago... to calculated how much money the government had stolen from him through a word called "taxes"
"Let's see…
Mmm… the 45.69% directly from my salary between hiring taxes and personal taxes
If I add the direct taxes of everything I have bought… plus the other ambiguous and numerous taxes for doing almost anything…
The State steals 56% of everything I have this year…
GREAT!
Officially I don't work for me! I work forcibly for the State...
FUCKING GREAT!"
And to make the situation worse, he made a mental calculation that overflowed all the anger that he had accumulated this year "Ten thousand years! TEN FUCKING THOUSAND YEARS!
THEY WOULD HAVE TO STEAL ME FOR TEN THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS TO DRAW FUCKING SKIRTS AND FUCKING PIGTAILS ON TRAFFIC SIGNS!
And I have to endure without protesting when the political scum or the idiots who support them say that everything they steal from me is to give me a deficient almost monopolistic public health and education that I have never asked, wanted or even used?!
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?
Every time I get up early, every time I travel to work, every time I work, every time I buy something, every time I save some money, every time I...
UUUAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
The anger took over the tired body of the Mc after verifying once again how everyone pissed in his face and told him that was rain
Unbridled anger that reddened his entire face as helplessly remembered that he wasn't much different from a slave whose masters took more than half of what he earned at gunpoint
Earnings that they waste on expensive worthless stupidities with the aim to create network patronages where no one would invest a single coin if they could choose
'Fucking parasites… fucking scum… I work so hard for this fucking shit?'
An anger that Mc could only calm down slightly as he imagined himself killing each and every one of those politicians who robbed and impoverished him. Yes, nothing would make him happier at this moment than to kill in a brutal and poetic way al the parasites that lives at his expense… disgusting parasites that not only parasite him, they also have face to say that they are altruistic good people that are doing all this for the good of the whole country and world
"Fucking cancerous cells… fucking liars… you should cease to exist...
YOOOOOOUUUU!!!"
Seeing that every year they stole more from him to waste it at the same time that they justified this growing robbery with more than obvious lies enraged Mc as if he were the fucking Hulk but...
"Keep calm… keep calm…
No matter how angry I get with the politicians or the useful idiots who believe in their lies with as much or greater fervour than religious fanatics who're impossible to convince with logic
I can't change absolutely anything no matter how angry I get... I'm just wasting time, energy and possibly making enemies...
Concentrate on things that you can accomplish... such as washing the dishes while you think that life in the universe has no meaning, that we were only born to die and that our existence hasn't had and won't have any repercussions in the infinity of the multiverse
...
Depressing..." The Mc thought while trying to calm down, not waste more of his scarce time and finish all the household chores before resting after a long day at work
So after an hour, with more optimism than before…
"Finally… at 22:30...
Now it's time for my well-deserved rest" Mc said as he turned on the light in his little oasis...
A small, but well organized oasis with a 45-inch television valued at 1,050 euros connected to a PS4 and Nintendo Switch and another 26-inch television valued at 700 euros connected to a custom-built and purchased PC valued at 1,800 euros with which he spent most of his leisure time
"All day in front of a PC and when I get home what I want most is to continue doing the same
Paradoxical but true" Said Mc, who turned on his PC, dressed in his pajamas consisting of an old tracksuit that he took from the drawers and sat down to see the new geeky content available today.
That's why he sat in his chair valued at 690 euros that was next to the unmade bed from which he struggled to get up this morning
Around that bed was the nightstand, many cabinets to store clothes and many other of MC's belongings and on top of that bed there was a large shelf where some books and trophies were kept
Sports trophies from childhood, that collected dust with the only function of remembering that at some point in his life he excelled in something funny, that still had dreams and to show him and the one who saw them... that he missed that time when everything was simpler and happier due to the characteristic ignorance of childhood and youth
"Great, Hunter X Hunter will be published again... and it will stop being published next month for sure...
New expansion of WOW… let's see if this time they give us an interesting story... and with new continuous content I hope…
New anime premieres... uh... how… too much shitty generic Isekai with a princeso generic garystu Mc that looks like Kirito that someone gave a lot of OP abilities that will make the rest of the anime boring and predictable and therefore the only point of interest will be how many lolis will collect to create a harem that he won't fuck
I miss Kazuma…
Anyway… it won't be a bad night" Mc said as he searched new news and updates from his favorite pages in search of things to be busy with something irrelevant but relaxing until bedtime.
'Well this is my life...
Complain in my mind and on social networks about the collectivist society in which we live that undermines the individual liberties of each individual...
And…
Working at something I don't like for a fixed but secure salary despite my self-frustrated desire to do something significant for myself... to be able to enjoy my free time with peace of mind away from almost everyone, feeling alone at the same time…
Free time that I invest or waste in manga, anime, manhuas, novels, videogames, movies, porn and other geeky and playful material that the internet can offer me.
Contents that make me and others evade from this crappy reality...
Crappy reality in which we're just one more number in this world of hermetic rules, a sad character who for one reason or another will never do anything transcendent in the world or universe in which he lives
A collectivized individual whose greatest achievement and difficulty as life form is staying alive efficiently and finding someone lonely and desperate enough to breed with...
A fucking NPC that fulfills an established function without standing out, either because of the environment in which he was born, his lack of competitiveness or the chains that he himself has put on for fear of success and failure while some parasites at the top rob them 50% of what they earn...
…
That's why I and practically all of us love those stories
…
Living the exciting life of the protagonist of the story in fantastic and unpredictable worlds
A protagonist who individually rises up among the masses with his intelligence, will, strength or mystical power…
A protagonist whom the system cannot bind and control, with incredible dreams and almost impossible goals that little by little he manages to achieve...
A protagonist who transcends from being the protagonist of his own life to being the protagonist of his entire world
Fantastic adventures that we will never live, with powers that we will never have and that in the case of having the opportunity to live them, we might not even dare... since we're too comfortable in the routine of our shitty life, without danger of death, without shocks and knowing exactly what you will have to do the next day…
Fucking shit…' Mc thought while playing WOW on his PC, and reading novels/mangas/manhuas on his mobile phone as he tried to find a good group for a +15 mythical dungeon…
When he got tired of the WOW, he turned on the Nintendo and played Monster Hunter Rise while listening to news videos on YouTube.
When he got tired of Monster Hunter, he gave to the new Isekai animes a chance to see if among all that rubbish there was a jewel like Konosuba... but since it wasn't the case, taking advantage that there was nobody else in the house, he tried to watch the end of [One Piece Film: Z] without crying again...
"SNIFFF... SNIFFF!!!
BUAAHHHH!!!
Why do I have to cry every time I see it!?
The first and only time we see this character is in this movie! And he's the antagonist!
DAMN!!
SNIFFF!!!"
But without success...
And without realizing, several hours had passed...
"FUCK! Is it already 02:00?!
My fucking Buddha, Muhammad, Jesus Christ, Austin Powers and the Power Rangers... tomorrow… well, today I have to get up in 4 hours to do more work and many other things that I hate
And on a weekend to top it all off!" Mc said as he turned off the PC and the Nintendo, got undressed and went to the shower, since he's one of those who preferred to shower before going to sleep
After an express shower, Mc dried himself off and went to his bed, where he checked one more day that no one had matched him on Tinder or any of his other dating apps and once again activated his alarm to get up in a few hours
And while Mc looked at the ceiling, which was half covered from his perspective by the bookshelf above his bed said with bitterness and resignation "Anyway... it's useless to warm my head and get even more depressed...
It has no solution, I can't change any of that...
It's just been another shitty fucking day and year... and tomorrow another day and year of meaningless shit awaits me...
At least this week One Piece has released the Chapter 1071, something I did not expect
I hope the new week One Piece is not on hiatus... or else it will be a full-blown week of shit...
Again…"
