What's a man's place today?

Wallets... I chose to work as a ramp agent rather than a bank teller or some safer shit specifically because I wanted to experience life as a real man. but what I'm seeing is shocking stuff. There's a few real men here. They're tough, know their shit, do their shit, then go home and fuck a bitch. I like that. You won't find that taught at college. Unfortunately I have this little jackass pussy boy with his halo cult and little political tactics trying to prove he's a real man because he's doing chores and working a shitty job while doing internet awesomeness in between halo sessions. I hate him. These other guys are good people, do unto others as they'd want done to them, wtf is up with this guy. He gets the sense that I'm lost, and don't have much knowledge of the world, and wants to father me, teach me his views when he'd never do the same to someone older. I worked at target and never got treated like this, stupidness. just do the job and leave me alone. Casual chit chat is good, but trying to convert me to your beliefs, uh uh, buddy. Work first, soliciting later asshole...

About the shocking part, we're slaves. The job's everything to these people. They do it because they'll die if they don't. I don't know how good a life that is.

Anyway yeah I'm learning to build a thick skin which means you have to shut people out sometimes and just focus on the goal. I'm reading online about how my age group now is not living up to the standards expected of us, to basically kill ourselves working for some businesses like our parents did. I understand the disappointment and such but I have to say "fuck you" to that. Yeah I basically did squat for a year and a half of my life, but I damn well earned it. I was tortured in school and now I'm being tortured at my wonderful job, so why is it my generation's supposed to be eager to go be independent etc? It's hell. And we know it. We actually want to enjoy our lives for a minute, thanks...

I know even in the military the shit will drop and I'll have to fight someone who's got a chip on their shoulder about having a small dick or something. Life is War.