How did our lives become so wrapped up with McDonald’s? This is the same company which grows baby chickens without arms and legs. The same company which feeds its customers and workers poisioned food. Wonder why we get cancer? Look at what we are eating. This was supposed to be a temporary job. But it has become a prison cell and our bunk mate is Ronald McDonald.
We will all move on to different jobs. But little will change. We will work, sweating our life away for a dream that we will never wake up to. It is time to stop dreaming. It is time to start living. We only dream because our real lives are hell. No dream can compensate for the living hell of work, eat, sleep which is what we mostly do.
Every second we work at McDonald’s is a second we throw away. How many seconds will you live?
Some of us will work at a new McDonald’s. A new prison. A new torture factory. Sometimes we do not even know it. It is because we have become numb to the pain, to the dullness, and the boredom of life itself. We smoke weed or get drunk to remind us what it feels like to be alive or to forget what it feels like to be dead. Our bodies become tombs not meant for life and not meant for death: we are zombies. We escape to our families, our girlfriends or boyfriends. They become our shelter. That is why breakups and deaths are so traumatic. In a shitty world, our utopia is gone.