Battleangel | Personal

Ah, don’t you just hate those kids who come knocking on your door, trying to sell you stuff you don’t really want. They are a menace before every major holiday like Xmas and Easter. If it’s not cards, it’s magazines or chocolate eggs or whatever.
And it’s not the kids that are the problem really. It’s the system that employs them. Either, they have been drafted by some corporation that specializes in this type of enterprise. Or they have taken it upon themselves, via some adult, like a parent or a teacher, to mimic the corporation rule book. Either way, it’s not all good. For one, I wonder why it is so important to force kids to sell stuff. And why it is so common. After all it’s just a redistribution of monetary units. Since everyone seems to sell and everyone seems to buy, the flow of capital seems to support a status quo.
I can’t help by suspect that it is a forced socialization that is focused on bringing children into the realm of capitalism. So that they will more easily accept certain social structures. Structures that are in fact so alien that if left alone, those kids could grow up to overthrow them.

Can society be so sinister? Yes it can. And while it sounds construed and implausible … well, I could think of it. It is therefore conceivable that someone else could too. Someone who knew how to make good use of it and make a buck in the process.

Bottom line … I never sold anything as a kid. Ever. I remember that we had something similar in primary school or whatever. But I managed to get around it somehow. It’s not relevant to this discourse. The point is that I believe that it gave me some room to breathe. It is perhaps not so surprising that I am sceptical of mercantilism and the system. I guess I am fortunate to have been kept out of the loop.