Jobs are Spiritual R*pe
You finally did it anon! You trudged through that degree you hated, you worked your way through the DEI and Indian infested rat nest your handlers call an “office,” and now you finally earn enough to not have to check your bank account every other day. And yet, you still feel like absolute dog water. You try to piece together why you feel so bad, but you can’t just figure it out. You have a girlfriend; she isn’t the best girl and is an ex-hoe, but with hoeflation as bad as it is, you count yourself lucky that an average 5’8 man like yourself who has never looksmaxxed could land a woman. You earn 6 figures a year (exactly 100k before tax), and your parents are proud. Yet you just can’t figure out why you’re not happy.
So, against your better judgment, your parents and girlfriend beg you to go to a psychiatrist. She tells you you’re depressed, even though she really can’t say why. She just shrugs and says, “It’s normal” for a young man your age to have these feelings. She gives you a hearty prescription to dull the bad voices in your head, and you go on your merry way. Congratulations anon! Now you can’t feel anything at all!
It seems counterproductive to the very nature of medicine itself that a prescription for a disease is given without even knowing what is causing the disease in the first place. It’s just written off as normal and accepted, yet no one can find the actual root cause. You can keep shoveling down small pills, but if the problem isn’t cut out, you will eventually rot away and die. After having read 100+ confessions submitted to @corpfessions over the past week, it’s glaringly obvious to me what the issue is - people who work are being spiritually molested daily.
The actual problem with our protagonist in the story mentioned above isn’t big. It’s more like death by a thousand cuts. He was forced to study something he had no interest in because if he didn’t, he couldn’t find a job. His boss is a grumpy boomer who thinks everyone 10 years younger than him is lazy, and he constantly insults and belittles anything our protagonist does, no matter how good or bad. He is forced to accept and participate in gay adjacent rituals like “acknowlidging the rightful owners of the land” or “DEI awareness week” so that Stacy in HR doesn’t write him up for not being a “team player.” His spirit is constantly assaulted on all sides, by his parents, by his boss, by his girlfriend, by his peers. He is never good enough; he never works hard enough; nothing is ever enough.
If you study ANY ancient culture, you will see that cultivating a person's own spirit was part of health. Every culture and religion, from east to west, spoke about how important protecting one's spirit is. Your spirit is just your honor, integrity, and self-worth rolled into one. If you spend every single day of your waking life being insulted, ridiculed, and criticized, over years, or even decades, this builds a deep hatred in your soul and erodes your spirit. When I read over people's submissions, I see that the core complaints usually relate to being forced to work menial tasks because everything else is taken up by girl bosses or third-worlders, or being forced to work with people who are barely qualified, even though YOU worked your ass off to even get a foot in the door. You may not actively think it, but internally your soul is cut, much like a physical wound; only it cannot be measured by any doctor's instruments.
It doesn’t matter what field you are in, blue- or white-collar; you will either be underpaid or undercut, insulted, ridiculed, forced to jump through ridiculous hoops, all for the privilege of being insulted by some under-fucked over medicated obese HR harpy or a boomer who thinks the whole world owes him something.
The modern job simply exists to cuck and pacify the modern man. It is spiritual death by a thousand cuts. You will never do anything right because all those in charge of you are nepotism hires who don’t know what good work actually looks like, and all your equals are cheap third-world labor who skipped the queue because certain people want to keep driving the cost of labor down to zero. Even further, your job is worthless. These little things add up until, internally, you cannot handle it anymore.
So put the xanax down, anon; there is a simple solution. Become a leech. Do not EVER let anyone guilt trip you for being a leech. The world we live in isn’t the world our ancestors lived in. Your hard work does not pay off. Make 6 figures? They will tax it to hell, and whatever is left will be stolen through inflation because another president got hoodwinked into fighting another war, and now the prices of your tendies are up 3x AGAIN. You owe no one nothing, not your parents, not your boss, not society, nor whatever some probable pedophile boomer thinks you owe society as a “thank you” for only making your student loan debt payable after 2 decades of work.
You need to figure out how to live on as little money as possible, and then figure out how to get it for free. Food stamps, welfare, whatever you have to do to have enough for a comfy bed, an internet connection, and a subscription to whatever game you like playing. Go outside, do what you like. Sure, you might never have a penthouse, but who gives a fuck? Think about it like this. Is sacrificing your youth for a slightly bigger house when you have to take dick pills to get hard worth it? Hell no.
Every confession I see come through can be solved by simply quitting and becoming a parasite on a system that is overseen by actual parasites. Eventually, those cuts will heal, you will stop being depressed, and you can actually live a life that is worth having. Don’t worry about tomorrow because we are all already on a sinking ship; if you’re gonna drown anyway, might as well enjoy some hors d'oeuvres before you are taken out.
Most first-world countries will give you a disability cheque for just about everything. Most people reading this article probably have parents with stacked retirement accounts. All the effort you put into a slop job should be redirected into figuring out how to dip into the candy jar without having to ever put anything back in. If Israel can get billions a year, why can’t you get enough to live life decently? Stop being r*ped, anon; quit your job and be happy. Your body, your choice, after all.
