Oh What's Goin On?
Okay so I'm going to take a little time today and rant. I'm afraid some of the things I say may offend some people who might happen upon this journal but I honestly don't care. No one on my friends list is like this so friends do not be offended. I'm not referring to any of you. I've been reading some random journals and some myspace blogs and some xanga stuff out of pure boredom at work and let me tell you, there are so many people out there that every single day blog about how dark and deep and depressed they are. Okay, I understand that some people seriously are depressed and have a lot of crazy emotional stuff going on but some of these people are all like I don't know who I am and neither does anyone else, oh gosh please define me and tell me what my life's purpose is so I'm not so miserable and wrapped up into this cocoon of self hatred. Here's my message to these certain few. PLEASE GET OVER YOURSELF! Who gives a rip? Everything is such a double standard. They are so starved for attention that they want to be "non-conformists" who all in all are just another group of people conforming to another way of life which in reality gets them no attention except for the disapproving stares of adults in the mall when they gaze upon their "Look-at-me-my-favorite-color-is-black-I-like-the-way-my-chains-clank-and-I-refuse-to-get-a-job-because-that-
might-mean-I-have-conformed-to-some-social-norm" wardrobes. So in going out of their way to get attention by being "non-conformists" they really get no attention at all because people just write them off. (By the way, if your favorite color is black and you wear chains I'm not necessarily talking to you if this is not in fact your frame of mind I'm speaking of.) They're also like Oh please help me I'm crying out and no one is listening, blah, blah, blah. So when you extend your hand and are like here let me help you through this it's all, I'm too dark for you you could never understand me so stop trying to define me. What the freak?! Fine! Why don't you just go write some crappy poem about how deep and dark your life is, which in all actuality isn't at all what your life really is and paint a picture of a big black hole or a heart with a dagger through it and call it your life. The reality of it is most of these kids are spoiled, rich, suburban American youths who by all definitions of material wealth are the luckiest terds on the planet.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't hate these kids or even dislike them per say. I just hate that they are so caught up in themselves that they are blind to the truth. The truth is that there are billions, need I repeat BILLIONS of people, little kids, moms, dads, teenagers, STARVING TO DEATH!! Dying of rampant, painful, disgusting, inside eating diseases every single day in this world. I'm not trying to be some Peace Corp junkie or something like that I'm just saying think about what a blog entry from one of those kids would sound like. Probably something along the lines of:
"Dear Diary,
I found some sewer water today and got to drink it. It was amazing. Then I happened upon a
huge pile of rotted bananas. They were delicious. Praise the Lord for this amazing day!"
Now I know I grumble and complain like everyone else but to take it to the extreme of whining about how your parents ground you cause they don't get you and that being the worst thing that could ever happen to a human being is a LOT ridiculous. So if anyone of these people happens across this journal entry, I love you but get over yourself. Pick a flower. Go for a swim. Eat a steak and be glad that you can. Enjoy life and the unknown. If it was all lined out for you there would be no surprise or adventure. Be confident in who and what you are whatever that might be. Know that you, more than any other person deserve all of your love and affection. (Ghandi) Be patient with all that is unsolved in your heart and learn to love the questions themselves. Smile! It's the next best thing to do with your lips!
And on that note, I'm stepping down from my soapbox. Peace out homies!
might-mean-I-have-conformed-to-some-social-norm" wardrobes. So in going out of their way to get attention by being "non-conformists" they really get no attention at all because people just write them off. (By the way, if your favorite color is black and you wear chains I'm not necessarily talking to you if this is not in fact your frame of mind I'm speaking of.) They're also like Oh please help me I'm crying out and no one is listening, blah, blah, blah. So when you extend your hand and are like here let me help you through this it's all, I'm too dark for you you could never understand me so stop trying to define me. What the freak?! Fine! Why don't you just go write some crappy poem about how deep and dark your life is, which in all actuality isn't at all what your life really is and paint a picture of a big black hole or a heart with a dagger through it and call it your life. The reality of it is most of these kids are spoiled, rich, suburban American youths who by all definitions of material wealth are the luckiest terds on the planet.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't hate these kids or even dislike them per say. I just hate that they are so caught up in themselves that they are blind to the truth. The truth is that there are billions, need I repeat BILLIONS of people, little kids, moms, dads, teenagers, STARVING TO DEATH!! Dying of rampant, painful, disgusting, inside eating diseases every single day in this world. I'm not trying to be some Peace Corp junkie or something like that I'm just saying think about what a blog entry from one of those kids would sound like. Probably something along the lines of:
"Dear Diary,
I found some sewer water today and got to drink it. It was amazing. Then I happened upon a
huge pile of rotted bananas. They were delicious. Praise the Lord for this amazing day!"
Now I know I grumble and complain like everyone else but to take it to the extreme of whining about how your parents ground you cause they don't get you and that being the worst thing that could ever happen to a human being is a LOT ridiculous. So if anyone of these people happens across this journal entry, I love you but get over yourself. Pick a flower. Go for a swim. Eat a steak and be glad that you can. Enjoy life and the unknown. If it was all lined out for you there would be no surprise or adventure. Be confident in who and what you are whatever that might be. Know that you, more than any other person deserve all of your love and affection. (Ghandi) Be patient with all that is unsolved in your heart and learn to love the questions themselves. Smile! It's the next best thing to do with your lips!
And on that note, I'm stepping down from my soapbox. Peace out homies!