What do you choose?

• Choose life.
• Choose a job.
• Choose a career.
• Choose a family.
• Choose a fucking big television.
• Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
• Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.
• Choose a starter home.
• Choose your friends.
• Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
• Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
• Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
• Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
• Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
• Choose your future.
• Choose life

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

 
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