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Anon is behind enemy lines
(sh.itjust.works)
This is a place to share greentexts and witness the confounding life of Anon. If you're new to the Greentext community, think of it as a sort of zoo with Anon as the main attraction.
Be warned:
If you find yourself getting angry (or god forbid, agreeing) with something Anon has said, you might be doing it wrong.
If this happened, which it didn’t because it’s just anon’s fictional insecurity playing out over their computer screen, then this would be an extreme display of their coworkers’ insecurity over their place in the world. You don’t exist to work. Work exists in service to your desire to live in human society and nothing else.
But maybe I don't desire to live in this society, there is just no other option because they will take away my things and lock me up or kill me if I try to defend them. Freedom isn't even an option, but whatever this is is still a bit less shit than a cell.
Then learn to forage or farm and steal a plot of land out in the forested boonies. Or join a commune. Or move to another country with your belongings. Or or or or etc.
Your choices aren’t just jail or death, and whoever led you to believe that likely had a vested interest in your distress or compliance