Les Miserables, Grantaire

The demonstrations got boring- well, it was obvious that the government was ignoring us. It’s hard to drag yourself through empty streets on an empty stomach and no sleep.

The shortcomings got clearer, as the price we paid got dearer and dearer; it’s supposed to be a case of give and take- well, I was feeling the give and making a mistake.

And I’ve heard it said that the unexamined life isn’t much worth living, and I’m sure they’re right, but it’s hard to keep on fighting the good fight when no one else seems bothered, yeah, when no one’s on your side.

I’ve got friends who are bankers, and it’s an easy rhyme to call them wankers, but I must say I envy the way that they live: in a style that’s all take and no give, while I’m playing the Lone Ranger, riding to the rescue of six billion strangers, armed with only unoriginal songs and a sense that something’s wrong.

And I must admit that I’m tired of saying “no” all the time. But I must admit that I don’t really know what would be right. And if politics is helping all the people then my political career is pretty fucked, because the truth is I don’t like people all that much.

I’m young enough to be all pissed off, but I’m old enough to be jaded. I’m of the age where I want things to change but with age my hopes have faded. I’m young and bored of being young and bored– if I was old I could say I’d seen it all before. In short, I’m tired, and in short I’m probably fired. 

If the revolution doesn’t want me I don’t give a shit. (x)