We are all a slave to the needs of our own body. When I'm hungry for instance (or anticipate being hungry), I act to serve that slave master. If you offer to p

We are all a slave to the needs of our own body. When I'm hungry for instance (or anticipate being hungry), I act to serve that slave master. If you offer to pay me to drive you from point A to B and I freely accept, you do not become my slave master just because you exploit my need to serve my true master. I would be worse off if you failed to exploit that need. The final slave master is mother nature, and she's a heartless bitch. It's frequently easier to blame our fellow slaves. The true slave masters are the ones that offer pain instead of cash for your labor. If you want to blame an actual person for your pain and identify them as your slave master, the one with the most choice in the matter was probably your mother. Blame her. And also give her a call and tell her you love her, because it's almost Mother's Day, and there are good parts to being alive too.