Morpheus: ... you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for your mind.

Recent I've listened to the audiobooks 1984, George Orwell; Animal Farm, George Orwell; A Brave New World, Aldous Huxley; and the thought occurred that the Western Plantation model never actually left but took a new form under the guise of economics.

Proletariats, the working class are comparable to plantation slaves in the fact that there are two divisions. Just as there were field slaves (labourers) and house slaves (house workers) there exists the Blue collar labourer and the White collar office worker.

The Bourgeois, the master of the farm is comparable to the corporate, bank, hollywood wealthy who influence politics with their material riches. The Westernized farm owners.

Particularly with 1984 the Chapter that implies that sports, depressing news, and unbridled sex are the opiate of the masses to keep them culled like animals has made me feel unneasy when going out nowawadays.

I haven't felt the same about clubbing or spinning plates because there's this gnawing sensation that the reason why women are so extremely hypergamous is because of some form of mass hypnosis and conditioning prevalent within our times.

When I see chicks getting shit-faced from jello shots and bumping asses I can't enjoy it like I used to. The juxtaposition between the low class animals of "Animal Farm" and the "lower class" field workers of it's neighboring farms flits across my mind making an otherwise enjoyable experience oddly distasteful and bitter.

Has anyone else experienced this? Is it normal to feel this way? Does this fade? Or does this lingering subtle sense of disgust and disappointment in how things have become just remain indefinitely? Maybe it would've been better not to swallow the pill than be so aware of the world's ills.