I don’t know how, but something has sparked this blog’s view count. That is what I can make of it at least.

However it doesn’t matter if people read this or not, it matters that people know there is a voice. While I do not perceive myself as being “wise”, I cannot help but notice that many who have met me think I am smart for my age. Being knowledgeable does not mean that you can act like so. Call me a true teenage rebel, I suppose. I am very unorthodox for most things I do, such as speak properly and act mannerly. I have never insulted people as far as my memory can go back, but I have silently assessed the ones who insult me and my standings. To me, those people are the embodiment of the capitalist system. They associate themselves with bad choices on their own, and even though they might receive some form of punishment, they know they will be able to continue with their spoiled lifestyle sooner or later.

You could call me spoiled, I guess. However, I have never asked for anything without doing something of equal value first. For example, to earn my computer, I worked off how much I would need to pay for it at the distress of my mother. Reluctantly, after working up $870 she gave me the computer at my birthday like I wanted her too, even though I worked to pay for it two months earlier. Of course this is the basis of the capitalist system, but I would not stand for it as it was. She insisted that I be payed double what she pays the yardmen for doing because I am her son, and I did not allow this. I was paid the exact same amount they are paid, and in result I ended up working 87 hours to get my computer. If you did the math, she pays them $10 an hour for their services. They worked two hours each day, totaling up at 43.5 days of work for me (I really worked 44). I kind of enjoyed that labour, knowing I was to be rewarded at the soonest holiday with a gift that I wanted so badly.

Then I felt guilt. I felt guilt because I denied those honest yardmen a chance to supply their families with their average income. I felt guilt because the capitalist system of doing things did not give them a chance to randomly be reorganized on the spot by some “higher form of control”. Capitalism is unfair, and I am sure that most people know this. Think of a world where that yardman would still have the ability to provide that income. The humility is daughter must have faced if the other children found out her dad lost a job, the shame! It makes me sick, to think of the harsh, unfair judgement of those fascists who think they are better than everyone else because they sit at home and are treated like queens because their mother lets them do away without productivity. Think of what they could develop from reading a book instead. Even the simplicity of reading allows for the human mind to expand, whether you like it or not. Our capacities are endless, and do the capitalists want to continue to screw people over for their own greed and desire? Sickening.