obligatory insightful post
Today I heard someone say
"Everyone's materialistic, if they say they're not, they're lying"
Perhaps.
I don't think that all humans are that shallow.
Yes, everyone gets a high when they buy something.
but not everyone uses that to sustain their happiness.
I'd much rather make my friends laugh or give strangers hugs than have a $500 purse by some obscure designer.
Yes, I love my hooker shoes.
Yes, I love my t-shirts.
If I was going to represented by articles of clothing, it would be my sperm shirt, some hooker shoes, my polka dot headscarf, my forty cent ring and sunglasses.
totally lost my train of thought, but on another note, I was thinking about fakes and how the people who yell the loudest fall the hardest.
Last year I held a murderous hate toward fakes.
silly me, little did I know(at the time) I dated one.
I wondered if I had become one, because for months I was miserable. Every day I'd tell people that I was "awesome" and "great" and then I'd go home and let myself be miserable.
Maybe I was protecting myself, I didn't have the security I do now to let myself be as vulnerable as I am now. There's a difference between being genuine, telling the bad with the good, and being an attention whore and finding all the bad and none of the good.
"Everyone's materialistic, if they say they're not, they're lying"
Perhaps.
I don't think that all humans are that shallow.
Yes, everyone gets a high when they buy something.
but not everyone uses that to sustain their happiness.
I'd much rather make my friends laugh or give strangers hugs than have a $500 purse by some obscure designer.
Yes, I love my hooker shoes.
Yes, I love my t-shirts.
If I was going to represented by articles of clothing, it would be my sperm shirt, some hooker shoes, my polka dot headscarf, my forty cent ring and sunglasses.
totally lost my train of thought, but on another note, I was thinking about fakes and how the people who yell the loudest fall the hardest.
Last year I held a murderous hate toward fakes.
silly me, little did I know(at the time) I dated one.
I wondered if I had become one, because for months I was miserable. Every day I'd tell people that I was "awesome" and "great" and then I'd go home and let myself be miserable.
Maybe I was protecting myself, I didn't have the security I do now to let myself be as vulnerable as I am now. There's a difference between being genuine, telling the bad with the good, and being an attention whore and finding all the bad and none of the good.