It's Hard being an anti-social socialist

Even harder being a broke-ass, unemployed anarchist.

You see the world beginning to fall around you. You're watching the world slide into fascism and literally burn in some places, and you desperately want to do something about it. You know that unless you're part of the priveleged class, you won't be able to do it alone.

So you go and try to recruit your friends, who are all still going through their own bouts of ennui because of the things they've learned about the world, or desperately trying to survive another day at work.

You want to SCREAM. But you can't, because you're worried that the friends you got on your side, will break down with you.

I know that there's a whole lot more I can do to better this situation, and a lot of them will involve having to do those things myself, but a social movement of one is no movement at all.