A Boring Dystopia

I've always had a rule that all my decisions should be the ones that make my mother the most proud. Sometimes it's a choice between two things she'd probably dislike (like getting a tattoo or a piercing), but I always do the thing that has the better chance of making her proud.

Recently I've started stealing from large evil corps. Not even gonna sugar coat it. I go to self checkout and just don't scan things here or there. Whoops I left that thing in my cart. Whoops I left half of the bag of lemons off the scale and they rang up for 10c. Whoops, that eyeliner pencil fell into the unnecessary plastic wrap of that other thing and I didn't scan it.

I recently mentioned this to my mum and she laughed. She was proud. Because fuck Kroger, fuck these companies gouging us, stealing our land and food and ability to sustain ourselves without giving them a cut. Fuck people who hoard money so hard that people fucking die because of it. Boycotting shitty companies is what makes mums proud.