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The Herd

We flock to the clubs and bars of downtown metropolitan areas every Friday and Saturday nights.  Across the nations, millions of people are pre-gaming in their house with shots of cheap vodka before piling into a car and making the trek to the booze and cigarette ash smelling streets that they all consider as glamorous.  Girls are consulting other girls about which dress is the perfect combination of slutty and classy, whilst all guys are throwing on their best dress shirt, jeans, and pair of dress shoes.

Let me repeat that: EVERY guy wears that.  Hint: suit/blazer up.

Everyone sits in traffic on the way to their destination.  Once there, they must deal with the lines, fees, and other headaches associated with going out.  They pour liquid poison into their body to loosen themselves up.  A drug, if you will.

For the next several hours, guys approach girls and attempt to create a connection from thin air, while the girls either shoot them down, or if the right amount of charm is presented, do their half to create that thin-air spark.  As the evening goes on, people get more antsy.  At closing time, it becomes a mad rush to get out of the club or bar.

Once out, everyone flocks to the greasy taco stand to shovel more poison down their throats in an attempt to counteract the liquid poison previously consumed.  Once this garbage has been been devoured, everyone piles back into their respective cars and heads home to crash out in a state of alcohol-induced exhaustion.

Is any of this really different than getting ready for work every day (pre-gaming), dealing with traffic and tolls (lines, cover), having your boss piss you off (bartender), dealing with your annoying co-workers (trying to pick up), getting more aggravated as the work day goes on (the frantic run for the exit and drunchies), and then passing out due to exhaustion from working so hard (the hangover).

Is this how bad our society is?  That we’re so mindless and willing to cave into the ridiculous demands of the workforce, that we’re then willing to wander out like drones on the weekends to meet the supply of alcohol to cope with it?

Supply, meet demand.

When S & D are at an equilibrium, everybody is happy in the world.  The demand for these loud, smoke-filled clubs exist because of the shitty 40 hour slave week we partake in America.  Then, those same corporations some of the drones work for supply all the alcohol to cope with it.

That’s fucking pathetic.

  • December 19, 2013
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