Dear children, we hate you

Dear children,

we hate you. Yes, that’s true. You’re just too naive to believe us when we say we love you.

Take School - you will have to learn our formulas and to do our homework. We will say “This is your assignment” even though we made all these up. You will be brought close to tears if you fail at the easiest ones. You are dumb, don’t fail. You will have to play with the toys we give you and watch those TV shows we made you. That’s right - we made you TV stations. And we will talk about hoes and cars and wars in those TV stations. Then we will try to hide these TV stations from you. That’s a game we like to play: Be bad but don’t show it to the kids. One day, you’ll understand.

Dear children, we will deny your mental ability to understand a lot, because if didn’t we would have to explain a lot. We would be busy all day explaining our wars, and you know we can’t do that, sorry. It is way easier to say you’re still innocent. We are the masters of perfect excuses, you will learn.

And if you’re too active for us, we’ll take you to our doctors who will give you our pills, a small bitter one in the morning and a bigger, yellowish one in the evening. Here, you can take them with Pepsi. Nice. Once you’re quiet and calm, learn these integrals but don’t you dare learning how to kiss or even how to live. We have decided to raise you up our way, you and your future murderers in the same crowded classrooms, learning, yearning for the bell to ring, learning, yearning. Learning how a tree works and how an atomic bomb is build in lessons one and two. There are no white spots on our maps any more, exploring is over and learning is everything. Here, take another pill, these are just vitamins.

Anyway, did you know that you have ruined the lives of our teachers? They could have become bankers on wall street or producing the weapons for your future murderers like almost everyone else here but, hey, they chose to devote their lives to you - you know this is a pretty shitty job for a pretty shitty pay. Please, whatever you do - just don’t become a teacher! We have jobs ready for you. Well, for some of you. We have the best minds studying quantum physics and our second bests law and then, somewhere, we have a few people studying you. You are expensive. You will learn that children are born with an expensive future. You will choose what we chose for you. Here choose your favorite fast food restaurant, but don’t you dare wanting to choose a future. You don’t have to know how to take responsibility for your own life. If I were you I would go back to where you came from.

Of course you can grow up without sorrows. And later on? Later on we will laugh at you for being jobless, or for not being pretty or for not being straight or else for being what we made of you. Some of you will become entertained and some of you entertainment, you know? And to the girls of you - oh, the girls, can you please be our princesses?

Dear children, you will have to breathe the smoke of our cigars and see ill trees growing in the dust of loud cities. We build these for you, so you learn to be tough. But be soft. And the confusion - we try to keep the confusion from creeping into your hearts and at the same time we ignite it. Being punctual is more important than keeping pace with your mates. Helping your neighbor in a test is betrayal to our principles - We hate you, don’t unite!

Dear children, we envy you. Yes, everybody here wants to be a child again - only a few like the way they turned out though. Nobody likes to work from nine to five every day. We hate the way we are surviving here. You will learn that growing up means learning to hate the way you eat, fuck and die. Don’t be sad, you’ll get used to it. Remember this. We envy you, we hate you. By the way, you owe us for bringing you up.

But the worst part is this: That we tell you we love you but we won’t. We say these things not for you, but for us. One day, you’ll understand. But now, in your beautiful mind you believe us. It is really that simple - you believe us. You will think that this is love, that we love you more than money, more money or power - but we don’t. Please don’t turn out the way we did. But you probably will. Because this is what we are good at: greed, property, confusion, not knowing that love is not only something you feel, but something you do.

I am still young so I have to hold hope up for you and me and us. All I want to say for now, that I am deeply, deeply sorry for everything. I will try to hate you in the most loving way possible.

Sincerely,
Me