You know what? I give up.

I give up the notion that I'm special, that I have something that others don't.

I give up the idea that I'm an intelligent, efficient person who deserves being put to work and rewarded for it, be it economically or morally.

I give up the idea that I'm entitled to plan ahead for myself and my people. I am only a leaf in the wind with no control over what happens to me.

I give up on the idea that the people whom I care about care likewise about me, and the notion that these people listen to me the way I try to listen to them.

I give up on the idea that I am entitled seek my own happiness.

There it is. I've given up. No need to walk over me anymore. I'll become a willful part of the system. Yes, Big Brother, I love you.

Now leave me be. Or not.