Journal Entry no.3

It’s been months since my last update. The rebellion died long ago. I was a lone wolf deep in the inner workings of the capitalist machine of the fast-food industry. As I figured, coming from different backgrounds makes different individuals whose choices and opinions would cause a rift if it were not for the common struggle of being under the boot of Uncle Sam form bonds that otherwise, they would not. Regardless I learnt to be a different person, I’ve been, for six months: a cis, neurotypical, straight, man; I’ve found a special hell in being the very thing I’ve been trying to disassociate from for years, one more win for the patriarchy.

I was expected to lift heavy object regardless of strength or will, do the dirty work, and perceive sexual harassment and unwanted approaches as welcome, just because I was a man and I’m supposed to like it. Being a man no longer makes you dominant, you are secondary to more willing participants of the capitalist machine. A lack of dominance is not really a loss since dominance comes at the expense of someone else, hence this is a step forward. And the privilege still exists, if you don’t feel excluded from a space where someone else is, that is privilege. Privilege means not that you cannot understand the predicament, but that because of your upbringing, you are very likely to underestimate it.

Judging by how I was treated by women I’ve come to see that the patriarchy lives on in all of us, it infects, like an auriferous virus. There is more to this than I can fit into a journal entry, but I can confidently say, I’m not a cis, neurotypical, straight, man. I’m me, and whatever fuckery that entails. Till later.

-Jonah

Report Analysis

Subject has awoken from his delusions of moonlighting as a psychiatrist. After a lengthy six-month search for community, the subject has been observed as manic in various instances, which often makes the process difficult since he will often sabotage the socialization process. However, the subject now recognizes himself and can begin to look for a more “compatible” milieux; whichever poor souls those are.