I have a real job, but also, not really

What’s my super power?

Gum.

I mean, working whenever I want how I want to.

That’s my super power.

Which in the American sense, I suppose I don’t really have a job-job.

And having to now join the ranks of the millions of Americans who have to put their kids through school while navigating a sub system built as an add-on to a capitalist economy that really doesn’t care about that education sub system even though the education part feeds directly into the economic part, I have to say it all is quite stupid how misaligned these two parts are.

At least I don’t have a real job even though it makes enough money to call it work. Because if I had to work 8–5 every day at a physical location I’d be real pissed at how the country at large seems to hate me as a worker.

I have a luxury many other Americans do not.

So why does this infuriating system continue to exist?

It’s probably because of money.

Which sucks.