Hym "It's funny, between 50-70% of the food I make every night is thrown away and wasted out the subsequent
day. I spend between 4 and 6 hours every night creating
garbage. Yet they want me to work faster. Frost the
garbage we're going to throw away faster so the
fat bald gas station lifer who is (in his own words) 'is going to be stuck there forever' can work less
hard. He knows who I am. He's likely going to read this. But that's what this is really about, I think. The 'normals' who claim to be happy with their lives (but would take a better one if they could and can't) actively want people to have to share their fate. The 'specials' who have escaped the fate of the 'normals' are desperate to remain where they are because it means they can allow their
kids to circumvent the process by which one becomes a 'special.' I had a
guy say once 'I don't have to be here's but he was likely mocking me and the harsh reality is that HE DOES and I DON'T. And the ability to keep me imprisoned here and a warm wet pussy juxtaposed to a dry
dick are the only solace he has."