/lit/ - Literature

One thing, as a car mechanic, that bothers me. Is the lack of disturbance towards the concept of fixing cars in novels. Seriously, it's like nobody considers it. Especially given how little of a choice there was in the far past towards what our parents wanted out of us and unwillingness. It's terrible cog gore horror shit. It's demeaning, dehumanizing, it fucks up what you look like to others forever. You slowly become as emontionless and rigid as the apparatus you fix. It's just, awful through and through with some positive elements (Most important of which the paycheck).

But I don't like how it isn't explored, demeaning and dehumanizing labor we have no choice but to be put through is a concept I don't that's ever been handeled well or properly. Maybe it's me, it's a deep seated fear of not being understood, that men's lack for cars in the past, or just their mindless travels, override our own autonomy and emotions towards naure, making you feel like some sort of fucking robot.

I don't know what I'm saying. I just wish mechanics weren't constantly written as "Men! With masks on! That fix stuff!", and not facing the clinkey wrinkey disturbing bullshit dealt with is. Or how we're forced into believing its acceptable after the shock and sobbing of knowing you're going to court for forgetting to wrench a little metal bit somewhere, and for some people, and for many people, it doesn't wear off. This was not even asx prevalent in the past I'm assuming given the lack of technology involved.