Drug Dealer for a Day

What does it mean to truly believe in something? To believe in it so much, that you are willing to give away the one thing that everyone should be entitled to. Freedom in question during the quest of testing the sincerity of one's own convictions. The day in the life of your average everyday person told with a twist on reality. Here is a small excerpt from the story. "If people want people to survive, then they have to let them live!" Anyways, the reason for the hostile attitude that I carry with myself at work, on this day, was not attributed to me being in a different character. Nor is it about the cell phones. The core of the hostility coming from the observation of non-useful confrontations occurring through the organized chaos. I have speculated that I'm an individual unable to be forced to watch grown humans forcefully assert their dominance only for the sake of their boss.( If you're going to talk some shit, come out and do it yourself. Don't send your subservience to do the dirty work for you). The "boss" stays out of the shark tank most days. Most days, he just taps on the glass like an annoying spoiled child does while the parents pay no attention to their child causing frustration and anguish to any and all sharks. Couldn't be happier just making some "lesser beings'" day more miserable while others can only sit and watch the demoralization ensue. He has become unimportant to me at this stage of the game. He is not even worth what I have already given to him in this thought. Fuck him. No joke. He can't do anything to me, and I can ruin his day. Guess who people would see on paper and think more highly of?"