Sometimes a story starts with a deep, meaningful idea about society, value, and the human condition.
And sometimes it starts because you realize the word F.U.X. is just sitting there… begging to be used responsibly.
This weekend’s short piece falls firmly into the second category.
I wrote a satirical story built around F.U.X. — the Fundamental Unit of Exchange, which is absolutely, definitely, totally not just money with better branding and worse jokes. It’s a light, fast, double-entendre-laced look at what happens when we finally admit that modern life already measures everything — including our self-worth — in numbers, spreadsheets, and “productivity.”
In other words, I gave capitalism a fake mustache and let it trip over its own shoes.
Why comedy?
Because comedy sneaks past your defenses. You laugh first. Then you realize you’re laughing at something that feels… uncomfortably familiar. Work culture. Dating. Hustle life. Being told your “value” is measurable. That moment when your bank app knows more about your mood than your friends do.
It’s satire, but it’s the kind that says, “Haha… oh wait.”
Also, let’s be honest — it’s the weekend. You deserve something you can read with coffee, a smirk, and maybe a quiet, “Yeah… that tracks.”
If you’re a long-time reader, this is a palate cleanser with teeth.
If you’re new, welcome — this is me at my most playful, poking fun at systems, labels, and the idea that everything important can be reduced to a number.
No spoilers. No homework. Just a short, sharp, funny piece that might make you laugh and then question why you’re laughing.
So if you’ve got a few minutes and a decent sense of humor, come check out The F.U.X. Situation.
Worst case? You get a laugh.
Best case? You realize you’ve been living in FUX longer than you thought.
Either way… enjoy. 😎