My commentary on what 'problems' really are.

Sometimes I wonder if all the problems I have have names. I mean who knows, it's entirely possible that everything wrong with me is recognized and can be fixed. It's also possible that most of them are entirely new and when I eventually get a phychiatrist I'll have several of them named after me. I'd at least get some recognition for my uniquality. But what if there's not really anything wrong with me. That's dangerous thinking cause then that means there's something really wrong with the rest of the world. Heaven forbid we should question the glorious system that provides us with the marginal opportunity to make our way in the world within our narrow safety zone which we must never stray from or gaze away from. What about those born outside the safety zone? Well we can try to move into it, but once you know there are chains, it's hard to volunteer for them. Those that do are miserable their entire lives. Those on the outside are miserable too, but at least we know we are. What are we to do about this? Entire generations of wage slaves and culture slaves, and we sit on the outside envying their ignorance while simultaneously hating them for making us live outside the norm and ignoring our attempts to make them look outside their own cages. Maybe I'm insane, but at least I know it. I don't walk around with invisible chains on my ankles and blinders on my head. Being led around with no ambitions outside the path you are dragged along is the real insanity. So why does freedom hurt so much?