christianity died with reality tv.
We all want to be someone else, even the pretty girls. We all crave to have that sophistication about us, hoping that other people will see us in the way we try to portray. I think ive been cursed to not see that about anyone. For some reason, all of the insecure voices of everyone scream my head...until i have a headache and i want to go home. Im a born observer.
People have lost god, and now are in a desparate search for him. People lost the reasoning behind god, and now are afraid of a fable. Watching people scramble to find this so called person, is amazing. Buying books, going to church, and preventing themselves from enjoying life. It seems as though christianity died with reality tv. Its not scary, just funny to watch all these people scramble...to find what?
I look down on people, and i actually feel better than them. Most at least, more like a distaste for people. I really do. People in general are just hideous creatures. The world of a cat must be amazing. The simplicity of being a cat. Hopping, climbing, bumping into things...always reacting. It seems we are always...waiting...timing it so that our reactions will be perfect...like a movie. Never moving on first instinct, always asking what we would and shouldn't do, always looking for others to blame. Always reaching, always pushing, always moving, always doing...and for what? No purpose in our doings, then why are we doing it? Why do we waste so much time for the enevitable? When you meet a guy, and you know you are going to fuck, why waste the time on the games...you both know you will fuck. Why waste so much time getting ready...and not enough time being ready. What scared people we are, of other people. So much...fear, and insecurities...its amazing.
There are a few select people that i love, that i really do share my life with. You would be surprised at the people who are not on my list. You would be surprised at the people who would be surprised they aren't on my list. You are probably surprised i have a list. We all have a list. An order...no one is loved equally...someone is always someones favorite. I have my list of favorites. As does everyone else but no one wants to know who is or who isn't on that list. It would be too much of a shock. So we just tell everyone that we love them equally, when we can't. Like i said people disgust me. So full of little inner dramas. And for some reason i see them so clearly...and its all i see when i see people.
I guess no longer am i jaded.
People have lost god, and now are in a desparate search for him. People lost the reasoning behind god, and now are afraid of a fable. Watching people scramble to find this so called person, is amazing. Buying books, going to church, and preventing themselves from enjoying life. It seems as though christianity died with reality tv. Its not scary, just funny to watch all these people scramble...to find what?
I look down on people, and i actually feel better than them. Most at least, more like a distaste for people. I really do. People in general are just hideous creatures. The world of a cat must be amazing. The simplicity of being a cat. Hopping, climbing, bumping into things...always reacting. It seems we are always...waiting...timing it so that our reactions will be perfect...like a movie. Never moving on first instinct, always asking what we would and shouldn't do, always looking for others to blame. Always reaching, always pushing, always moving, always doing...and for what? No purpose in our doings, then why are we doing it? Why do we waste so much time for the enevitable? When you meet a guy, and you know you are going to fuck, why waste the time on the games...you both know you will fuck. Why waste so much time getting ready...and not enough time being ready. What scared people we are, of other people. So much...fear, and insecurities...its amazing.
There are a few select people that i love, that i really do share my life with. You would be surprised at the people who are not on my list. You would be surprised at the people who would be surprised they aren't on my list. You are probably surprised i have a list. We all have a list. An order...no one is loved equally...someone is always someones favorite. I have my list of favorites. As does everyone else but no one wants to know who is or who isn't on that list. It would be too much of a shock. So we just tell everyone that we love them equally, when we can't. Like i said people disgust me. So full of little inner dramas. And for some reason i see them so clearly...and its all i see when i see people.
I guess no longer am i jaded.