practicliche
ok, the reason things always sound like they've been said before is cos there aren't many people out their making up new words and expressions...
To start with, coming home has made me realise that the attatchment i have with my home is more to do with the actual house rather than the rest of my family, ("no-one understands me", "my parents hate me and think im dumb") well i dont think they hate me but i do get the feeling im being talked down to.
I imagine a lot of kids finding this completely normal and accepting of it, however i have this idea that be you 50 or be you 15, i should think of you as the same type of person. Surviving wars and years of education may serve you a heaped dish of respect somewhere else but not from me. All humans are equal unless they can demonstrate a *universal superiority*(im not even sure if i could explain this). The idea of becoming an adult that can readily be treated as a 15 year old however is troubling me lately. Peculiar that an age old concept that i dont believe in should trouble and stress me,
however this ladies and gentlemen, is the toll of society.
Ideas and values bottlenecked into the most cohesive choices. As much as i can shout out how much i despise these ideas, they have been bred into me, and in effect my emotions are being controlled by a consistent idea. Also this shows in turn an effect of my mind working against itself.(or maybe thats just how it looks in my head and i could never express myelf well in words)
Regardless of the finer details, in short: the lack of silver and gold in my life is beginning to effect my desire to do what makes me happy.
And for those of you that walk a path that you followed someone down, This Is A Very Bad Thing.
I write things like this with an idea that someone may be able to share my opinions or let me know that i am in fact writing something that hasn't been written and read by a thousand people before me.
Instrumental music allows you to make your own message, i like this.
To start with, coming home has made me realise that the attatchment i have with my home is more to do with the actual house rather than the rest of my family, ("no-one understands me", "my parents hate me and think im dumb") well i dont think they hate me but i do get the feeling im being talked down to.
I imagine a lot of kids finding this completely normal and accepting of it, however i have this idea that be you 50 or be you 15, i should think of you as the same type of person. Surviving wars and years of education may serve you a heaped dish of respect somewhere else but not from me. All humans are equal unless they can demonstrate a *universal superiority*(im not even sure if i could explain this). The idea of becoming an adult that can readily be treated as a 15 year old however is troubling me lately. Peculiar that an age old concept that i dont believe in should trouble and stress me,
however this ladies and gentlemen, is the toll of society.
Ideas and values bottlenecked into the most cohesive choices. As much as i can shout out how much i despise these ideas, they have been bred into me, and in effect my emotions are being controlled by a consistent idea. Also this shows in turn an effect of my mind working against itself.(or maybe thats just how it looks in my head and i could never express myelf well in words)
Regardless of the finer details, in short: the lack of silver and gold in my life is beginning to effect my desire to do what makes me happy.
And for those of you that walk a path that you followed someone down, This Is A Very Bad Thing.
I write things like this with an idea that someone may be able to share my opinions or let me know that i am in fact writing something that hasn't been written and read by a thousand people before me.
Instrumental music allows you to make your own message, i like this.