Waiting on the sleepy little sister.

Over the past couple of months, I’ve trained myself to wake up fairly early and before the entirety of the house. Sleeping until seven is considered sleeping in. I’ve been doing this so I would have the maximum amount of time at home in the evenings. Then, I could do work, tidy the house, and spend time with mom while claiming the four or five morning hours for personal pursuits.

It works fairly well until it doesn’t. I’m too tired or brain dead to write – which is something I still desperately want to do and have yet to fully realize.

But, I’ve pushed aside that routine as the little sister has been staying for a couple of days. She’s not such an early riser and I’ve been sleeping in a little bit. For example, this morning I was up at six but forced myself to go back to sleep until seven-thirty. Then, I’ve played games on my phone for a little while until just now.

If she isn’t awake by the time I’m finished with this, I’ll walk around a bit and she can collect me when she’s ready. No rush to her. She needs to sleep, spend time with mom, and whatever. I’m just happier if I can get my step count in. At least the bare minimum of the step count.

If I was ever confined to a wheelchair again, I think I’d commit suicide.

The class ends on Monday. I can’t wait.
Demanding. Grubby. Whining people who feel that they are largely entitled with little to no empathy, common sense, or critical thinking skills.

It’s simply amazing how these people feel that they can make at least $60k a year on a two-year degree from a minimally recognized college. They don’t acknowledge that the degrees that they are pursuing like paralegal or medical billing are weeds. There are millions of people who earn them and they are all fighting for a place in the sun. They don’t know or just don’t care.

If I told them how Jason is struggling to find a job despite twelve plus years of college and multiple master degrees, I wonder if they’d change their mind. Maybe they’d see that their efforts are more than a little futile. Or, at the very least, they’d at least read the assignment’s directions.

I think this generation is in training for universal income.
It might not be the current batch of students as it feels that they’re in a transition. They want to be ‘proud’ of themselves but not work that hard for it. They’re generally single parents who feel that a college education will be the magic salve for their wounds. They’ll become gainfully and instantly employed while gaining some respect for their meager sacrifices to the ivory tower gods.

Their children will be subjected to years of their parents — mostly a single parents– complaining about college debt and their dead end job, and their personal sacrifices. They’re going to want to have a situation that’s better than their parents. I think it’s only natural. I know I do although I don’t think I will.

To obtain that, they’ll have to double down. They’ll have to do something more and they’re * not * going to want to do so. The government and society will evolve to the point of where it’s an entertainment service industry. Instead of earning a high degree that’s worth a damn, they’ll all think they are Tick Tock stars. There will be generations turning tricks and dancing like idiots for likes.

They’ll all think they are mentally ill, unloved, and impoverished. Helpless, needy, and drowning in debt, the thought of owning a home would be far beyond their reach and imagination. After all, that might be what their parents pursued, failed, and spent lives complaining about. The child is subjected to years and examples of their parent’s failure and disappointment.

This might be the generation that is ripe for dominance.
They will find comfort in groupthink. There will be a certain freedom in subservience that they will relish. Yet, they will maintain the gall to think that they are independent, unique, and special. When, in fact, they are the most undereducated, intellectual, and repressed generation of them all.

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