Time to Make the Donuts

‘Tis true, I’m tired of life. Which differs from I’m tired of living. Each day filled with mundane task. Heard an interesting term upon which I have pondered - social domestication.

The domestication of humans.

I did not choose to exist: my name, my religion, my values, all ‘spoon’ feed, established before my first breath.

Rules I learned well, obey, or else, judgment, punishment, either self-inflicted or societal, natural consequences, or eternal damnation.

Rebel, I cannot. I am both the functionary and the fatality. Even the angels rebelled. How did that work out?

To quote Michael, “time to make the donuts.”