I rant a lot.
Too often I have found that people fall victimized to the never ending abyss of self-worthlessness. However in order to play the victim, two people must be enigmatically involved, or a lack-there-of of a person. As the curtain falls, people realize that if they kiss the blade just right, they won't bleed. However it is entirely possible for a wound to be so deep that not only does the gash go unnoticed, but the blood cells are too lustful to fight their way to the surface. And so here's to all those who kiss the blades, make the mark, and where their black blood runs dry.
[[if you don't have someone on new years...then what's the point?]]
I find too often that young girls of a small suburban stature are faced with an inevitable depression around this time of year because of the dubious repetition that causes my generation and those hereafter it to grow up too early. Too often are girls forced to grow up so early that by the time they are in the 7th grade, everyone has been in touch with some type of milk-and-cookies relationship. Not being a part of said relationship brands them with the stereotype of 'not being good enough' in the eyes of their "manly"-esque classmates. So not only do these children face ridicule from their classmates, who subsequently feel the longing of being in a relationship regardless of their actual need, yet they also face it from themselves. They cannot fathom a justification for their lack of commitment and so they blame it all on their looks inadvertently. So if by the seventh grade young girls are feeling this way, one can only imagine how the new negative attitudes they have will affect them for the rest of their lives. By the time they are juniors in high school they may as well given up hope, and because of this time of year, the media invokes a sense of "kick them when they are down" campaign slogan. New Year's Eve - spend it with someone special. Why it's that very slogan that haunts them when at the stroke of midnight they see random drunken men forcibly kissing women in the streets of New York. Deep down they know they are a bunch of drunkards who have no idea what they are doing, but as time stands still all they can do is blame themselves. It gets worse...January's cold, but February's colder...February brings Valentine's Day, a time in which 45% of the teenaged population can feel good about themselves because they have a sweetheart to spend the day with, however what about the other, clearer majority of the population? How does it make them feel when they see family, sitcoms, friends, and loved ones happy and flaunting their happiness in their faces? I'll bet that it doesn't make them feel too lovely. And so this endless repetition follows them year after year, and because they lack the confidence to put a grasp around the relationships that are clearly there right in front of their faces because they have had bruised egos since the age of eleven. It's a never ending cycle. And the cycle just doesn't effect relationships, it follows them in school, the workplace, and everyday life. The worst part is, it is happening younger and younger until inevitably, it starts in preschool. We'll get more lonely old woman sitting on their porches with fifteen cats that way. Yes, we will.
[[if you don't have someone on new years...then what's the point?]]
I find too often that young girls of a small suburban stature are faced with an inevitable depression around this time of year because of the dubious repetition that causes my generation and those hereafter it to grow up too early. Too often are girls forced to grow up so early that by the time they are in the 7th grade, everyone has been in touch with some type of milk-and-cookies relationship. Not being a part of said relationship brands them with the stereotype of 'not being good enough' in the eyes of their "manly"-esque classmates. So not only do these children face ridicule from their classmates, who subsequently feel the longing of being in a relationship regardless of their actual need, yet they also face it from themselves. They cannot fathom a justification for their lack of commitment and so they blame it all on their looks inadvertently. So if by the seventh grade young girls are feeling this way, one can only imagine how the new negative attitudes they have will affect them for the rest of their lives. By the time they are juniors in high school they may as well given up hope, and because of this time of year, the media invokes a sense of "kick them when they are down" campaign slogan. New Year's Eve - spend it with someone special. Why it's that very slogan that haunts them when at the stroke of midnight they see random drunken men forcibly kissing women in the streets of New York. Deep down they know they are a bunch of drunkards who have no idea what they are doing, but as time stands still all they can do is blame themselves. It gets worse...January's cold, but February's colder...February brings Valentine's Day, a time in which 45% of the teenaged population can feel good about themselves because they have a sweetheart to spend the day with, however what about the other, clearer majority of the population? How does it make them feel when they see family, sitcoms, friends, and loved ones happy and flaunting their happiness in their faces? I'll bet that it doesn't make them feel too lovely. And so this endless repetition follows them year after year, and because they lack the confidence to put a grasp around the relationships that are clearly there right in front of their faces because they have had bruised egos since the age of eleven. It's a never ending cycle. And the cycle just doesn't effect relationships, it follows them in school, the workplace, and everyday life. The worst part is, it is happening younger and younger until inevitably, it starts in preschool. We'll get more lonely old woman sitting on their porches with fifteen cats that way. Yes, we will.