ALL THAT MATTERS

My mother came into my room and forcefully started talking to me and pressing her agenda onto me. And like usual when I call her on pushing that agenda she gets pissed. Later we talked about school and she said something that I know is wrong, but I can't nail down a specific reason.

"All that matters is getting a good grade"

It's outrageous. So much more matters. And where will that good grade take you in life? What if you have diplomas and PhDs and certificates showing how smart you are, but you can't get a job. Or if you can't talk to people because of social awkwardness, and you live a sad lonely life. 

"All that matters is getting a good grade"

It entirely rules our happiness. Joy is no longer part of the equation. You're just a machine, a mechanism bred to learn and do. You are not meant to be happy. However, you may be entertained by the TV sitcoms and late night talk shows, that's acceptable. However you are not allowed to be happy.

"All that matters is getting good grades"

It's absurd. It's insane. It's allowing only one part of a human to live. It's killing off all that makes us unique and individuals, and turning us into a husk marked by a grade, a quality. And don't forget the manufacturing date, class of 2015, the day you were finished being processed into a living corpse created to only use your man-made quality to run the world with your predecessors ashes.

"All that matters is getting a good grade"

Why? What happened before grades? Was everything pointless? It's a fictitious thing, it's a false category, a lie to categorize and discriminate humans so that they may be put into their appropriate graves, the right places of employment. It's sickening to know that my own mother has bought into and wholly believes in this fake system. And unnatural wonder, the wool pulled over America like a blanket to make it feel safe at night, the blinders on the racehorse being ran to death for the glory of those on top. It's sickening.

"All that matters is getting good grades"

I'm going to be up late tonight contemplating the thousands of ways this is so untrue. However if I speak the truth I'll be in trouble, because I'll pull off the wool over her eyes and show her an unfamiliar world that she doesn't like. The real monsters are right in front of you after all.

Unbelievable.