This was not the basis of my argument
You may be asking just exactly what my point is. And if you know me, you know that's a stupid question because I have no idea what my point is. No, wait, I do this time.
I make fun of Hitter all the time for being a corporate stooge. He loves the giant mega international corporation he works for, worships at the giant corporate altar, sometimes I think he likes the company more than he likes me. He's a power-hungry, money-grubbing, corporate-ladder-climbing asshole. And I've told him so, in those very words. And whenever he gets all gooey lovey dovey about precious company, I always take the devil's advocate approach and point out the other side of the argument. And then today, I actually defended the evil giant because someone I know went way out in left field and was making completely unfounded accusations against said company. Hitter got home from work tonight and the first words I said to him were "I feel like such a whore"
So, yeah. I seem to waffle. Or maybe I'm a hypocrite. Wonderful, now I can't even make up my mind as to what exactly is wrong with me. WTF? One minute I hate belovedest corporation, the next I'm defending it. But it just all depends on the argument being presented to me. Because I see both sides of every argument, and I seem to be surrounded by people who are black-and-white thinkers. (I think I mixed metaphors there. I see colors? I'm surrounded by one-side-viewing people? You know what I mean!)
And I may be a whore.
But at least I never got paid for all my random sex!
No comments:
Post a Comment