They are lined. And we are screwed.
The creators of the "Tinders" and the express McIllusion for 5.99... per month.
Put me a dose of ego of 2 euros, 4 fucks with 3 orgasms and 20 I love you's of those of one euro. In a disposable box. Thank you.
So I can recycle it now that we are in the season of recycling... and posturing.
My queen, my child, my love, my cutie and anything that doesn't even sound special anymore.
The society of fast. Fast fashion, fast food and fast emotions, of course. It is consumed and thrown away. The problem is when you throw away and consume other people. So they don't consume you.
Here, the one who cums first wins. And the one who falls in love, loses. Always.
And nature itself is so macho that it rarely lets women be the first. Because women find it difficult to adapt to this new HD 2.0 patriarchy. Because women already found it difficult to adapt to the conventional patriarchy.
I get little involved, to receive a lot. I get involved quickly, without it being noticed, to perfect the "emotional vampire" method that the last coach recommended to me via Skype.
We are addicted to emotions and slaves to facilities. And marketing knows it.
Fast competes with patience and perseverance. And they almost always win.
Because of course, we are addicted to instant rewards. And I repeat again that Capitalism knows it.
And the gasoline that maintains this system; the damn ego.
The male ego. But also the female one.
Ego is the intangible thing that you have had to take care of the most since they took the ball away from you at a young age. And you cried. We have been trained to owe eternal and immaculate love to this. Loyalty and fidelity. Because if the ego breaks, even if we don't see it, we believe that we are no longer worth anything. And we are afraid that they will think that we are not worth what society says we have to be worth in order not to be NOBODY.
Because being nobody in the society of EVERYTHING is not allowed.
The ego is tested daily; some are tested in the Gym, others do it with the number of likes, many others with the zeros to the right that they have in the account, and others with the number that heads the paper of an exam.
There are those who feed it by heading lists and pacts or being at the "EVENT" of the year. Even if their heels hurt. And the soul.
But there are others... who feed their ego with the number "of hearts" they break and with the mental power they manage to have over those who had power over themselves.
The gasoline of this last ego is dangerous. Because to extract it you have to practice "fracking" on other egos.
But it doesn't matter, even if you break other people's egos from so much pressure, it doesn't matter. It's not your business, because according to this emotional capitalism everyone is responsible for having a strong ego. There is no compassion for those who lose in the ego struggle.
The ego is tested daily. And it crushes us when it fails.
It's your friend and your enemy.
But it's always there. And it controls you.
The ego rots with silences
and despairs with the recognition of other egos.
When the ego loses, it shows. And when it wins, it shows more.
Because, really, the survivors are those who know how to control it. Those who do not bring it to the surface out of necessity. Those who do not ask for recognition and worth as if it were gasoline. Those who have it domesticated. But the damn thing is always there.
That is why we finally always end up admiring people who have the ego domesticated... because they know that life is so short and so simple that there is no time not to feed it with peace. And, rarely, the ego finds peace.
And then the planet... which is not for so much fast. Because the planet is not on Tinder, nor does it queue at McAuto, nor does it even have Instagram. The planet is not fashionable. And it doesn't even know that now it is the one that is "in fashion" and is "trendy". Because the planet is slow. But it also has the Ego destroyed...by Capitalism. Not the emotional one, like us. But the real one.
The planet does not understand how now capitalism has decided to make shirts with its face and accompanied by the phrase "Save me"... as if the mere production of that shirt did not continue to load it
Too many fucks without orgasms.
Too many people who stay for orgasms that make them dust.
Too many I love you's between screens, without skins.
Too much plastic and little content.
Too much NOTHING in the world of ALL included
And too fast to have patience.
The good thing. Is that deep down and among so much "NOTHING".
We all know that it is difficult for us to cum. And that will make us end up striving to have a good orgasm. Emotional.
And that is PRICELESS. Nor is there Capitalism that can buy it.
Amalia M. Fajardo