One year into engineering, I realized that I was being programmed. Conditioned. To do what? No one told me. See! That was the case. I was looking for someone to help me. Someone to tell me what am gonna do in future. I wasn't doing anything on my own except, you know, mugging.
The formula was always clear:
Mugging gives me marks.
Marks give me that 'kick' of being a topper.
Being a topper makes me never want to lose.
And that means more mugging!
One freaking loop.
Now that's the Programming I was talking about!
By the time the loop broke, I was desperate. Desperate to see everything that's there to be seen. I felt like a crouching tiger waiting fervently for that hidden dragon.
2 comments:
Ooow, Programmed fuckup eh?.
Not anymore, as u realized that...!
FB2?
Yes. FB2 on it's way!
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