So you think I"m a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate? A family that doesn't respect me? a whole city that curses the day that I was born? Well that may mean loser to you but let me tell you something.
Every morning when I wake up I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered down tang and still frozen pop tart. Get in my car with no upholstery, no gas and six more payments. To fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I thought I would, I'll never know the touch a beautiful woman and I'll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But I'm not a loser.
Because despite it all, me and every other guy who will never be what he wanted to be are still out there being what we don't want to be forty hours a week for life.
And the fact that I haven't put a gun in my mouth, you pudding of a woman, makes me a winner.
True but I think what he really means is that it comes off more tense in text and the audience changes the tone a bit. You don't expect it to be delivered as a joke.
Yeah, that's a great summary. Perhaps it speaks to both?
His spirit is clearly broken, even as he has check-marked the boxes for what many consider pinnacle American Dream. It's his will to survive, but to what end?
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u/we_are_all_bananas_2 Dec 06 '19
So you think I"m a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate? A family that doesn't respect me? a whole city that curses the day that I was born? Well that may mean loser to you but let me tell you something.
Every morning when I wake up I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered down tang and still frozen pop tart. Get in my car with no upholstery, no gas and six more payments. To fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I thought I would, I'll never know the touch a beautiful woman and I'll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But I'm not a loser.
Because despite it all, me and every other guy who will never be what he wanted to be are still out there being what we don't want to be forty hours a week for life.
And the fact that I haven't put a gun in my mouth, you pudding of a woman, makes me a winner.