This is crazy. 2011 is over now, so all my posts are officially now going into a completely different category. Never again will they be part of 2011. It's gone, and my 2011 number of posts will never increase again. It will forever remain the same. Bizarre.
Sorry I haven't blogged in a bit. I have 7 drafts that I partially wrote in the past week, but gave up because none of them seemed worthy enough to start off the year. In the end, all these potentially decent posts are being given up for this post, which has absolutely no point to it. Blah, whatever.
I've been doing some self-reflection and I've realized something: I hate obedience. I despise obedience. Having started work, I hate the fact that I am beneath people. I can barely stand the fact that I have bosses. I hate it. I hate how they think they can control me. I hate that I have to listen to them. It feels as if since day 1 of work I have been taken advantage of. I'm just a piece in their games (heh, get the reference?). They have the right to yell at me, and I have to take it because I otherwise have to face consequences. I need the job and the money, so I have to tolerate them. It annoys me.
They seem to forget that if my coworkers and I were to all get up and walk out, they would be left with no one. They'd have to break in new workers, hire trainers from Canada, spend tons of money and time to get people to replace us. Perhaps they should remember that. But they won't, of course.
Then there comes the issue of teachers. Who are they? What right do they have to determine whether or not I can go to the bathroom? Why do I have to ask them? Who gives them the right to decide what time I can eat lunch? They are paid to teach us, not control us like we're in a prisoner's camp. Why is it at 17 I have to have permission to go out into a hallway, whereas in college at 18 I can walk out in the middle of class with absolutely no problem? Who are you to punish me for this? I don't pay you. The government does (in public schools anyway). You are nothing to me. I come for education, not discipline. I can get that from my mother, thank you very much.
Not to mention that according to my church's doctrine, women must be obedient to their husbands. It is constantly echoed among the members and preachers, even the younger, more liberal (but still painfully conservative) generation. Women are expected to be obedient to their husbands, while husbands love and respect their wives. Obedient? What am I, the Virgin Mary? If my husband were to tell me that I couldn't pursue the profession I loved for any stupid reason, I'm expected to be obedient? Pfft, good luck finding a new wife.
The only people I really listen to are my parents, and even that is under question, considering the fact that I applied to Cornell ED without my mother's approval, fully aware that if I got accepted I would be obligated to go there. Still, they are the only people I have enough respect for to actually obey.
I'm a failure at life. I should just be an anarchist and write outrageous philosophy books that make the government nervous.