Date: April 22, 2025
Author: Jordan Michaels
I’ve reached my breaking point. I’ve been working in the restaurant business for years now, trying my best to be a good person, to do right by others. But the truth is, lately, I feel like nobody cares about me. It’s as if I’m invisible to the world around me. People walk all over me, and I’m so sick of it. From my boss who acts like I’m just some cog in the machine, to my colleagues who don’t appreciate the effort I put in, to my so-called friends who couldn’t give a damn about me. Even strangers, like those I pass on the street or share a lane with on the road, make me feel less than human.
Every single day I wake up feeling like I’m not enough. No matter how much I give, it’s never enough. My needs and desires always come last. The constant disrespect from everyone around me has chipped away at my sense of self. I’ve been ignored, belittled, and treated like my emotions don’t matter at all. No one gives a thought to how I feel, and the worst part? They all seem so content to just keep taking from me without ever giving anything back. It’s exhausting.
One day, I hit a point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I was working my shift, doing everything I could to keep the restaurant running smoothly. But something inside of me snapped. I was tired. Tired of being the one to give and give and give, while everyone around me took and took without ever considering my own feelings. It was like a switch flipped in my brain. And I did something crazy.
In that moment of pure frustration and rebellion, I made a decision. Without thinking it through, I walked into the kitchen and, well… I rubbed my butt on the food that was about to be served. No one would notice, right? The food was being plated, and it was going out to a table of customers that had no idea what was about to happen. I just did it. For the first time in a long time, I took control in a way that no one could take away from me.
It was disgusting. It was childish. But it was also the only way I could get some kind of twisted satisfaction out of the whole situation. I felt like I was finally doing something for me—something that no one could take away from me.
I don’t know what came over me, but as soon as the action was done, I felt an odd sense of release. Of course, I’m not proud of it. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but in that moment of pure rebellion, it felt like my only option. It’s been a few days now, and part of me regrets it, but part of me also feels like it was the only way to get back at a world that constantly disrespects me.
The truth is, I don’t know what comes next. I’m still tired of the way people treat me, and I’m not sure what to do about it. But right now, for the first time in a long while, I don’t feel completely powerless. I just hope I don’t regret this later.
