Screw you?
I read something at Souls that made me think a little bit today, so tell me if you make anything of it, or if it matters. The original thread is here, if anyone's interested in reading it.
------you and me------
" I hope you guys don't mind me butting in, because I haven't even read everything you've all said, and I might be an idiot who completely repeats everything everyone already stated. I got the point after a few posts. But I really couldn't resist jumping in here, because it comforts me to know I'm not the only one on the planet that thinks something is fucking wrong with the world. People just seem to not want to admit it.
Well, I'm not going to go into the politics and current events and whatnot, because it's all derived from something, right? I read what Sie said, and I agree. What in hell is driving the world to do this? I seriously cry and scream and hide in my room and talk to myself about the problems in the world, nearly every day, if not a few times a week, babbling on and on about something I can't even change. I've done it since I was a little kid, since before anyone could even understand what was going on around them. Simple things, like people making fun of other people, and executions....I never found out what the acting force behind these atrocities were. And it made me angry to know that I couldn't do anything and that people could never change. Why? I hated them for that.
I couldn't care less about the world right now, frankly, and I'm considered a bad person because of that. All I've wanted to do is find out why. I used to blame it on arrogance, on power, on other people, on anything, but it's not true. People change from childhood to adulthood because of ideas that are fed to them throughout their youth, whether it be taught to them or discovered by them, they still change like that. The problem with America...no, the world, is that people don't do what they tell their five-year-olds to do. 'treat others the way you would like to be treated.' That doesn't mean anything anymore. 'violence doesn't solve anything.' That doesn't mean anything anymore. No matter what the people who see the indecencies of the world try to preach, it doesn't get through to anyone. They keep doing what they do.
Why? Just god fucking damned why?
It makes me sick, you know? It makes me ball my eyes out until I go to sleep and until I find myself running to my parent's room like I did when I was little. People just make me sick to the point where I want to ring their necks. I want to see them pay for what they've done and I want to make sure they come to a realization. Maybe that's it, maybe people get frustrated with everyone else to the point where they've become one of them. I don't know, I'll never know.
Okay, let's use September 11 as an example. Normal day in school. Boring, unmotivated and blah. As usual. Until we get dismissed from class and get called to one of the classrooms where the grade meets and one of our teachers announces what happens. By then, people are crying and I'm bloody fucking pissed off. I wanted to storm out of the room and cry or something, and then I want to fix things. But I can't. I wish I could. I went home and cried and I think my Dad cried, and my Mum cried, and I yelled because I was just so angry with everyone that was involved with flying the planes into the World Trade Centers. What little incentive was enough to make them do this? I got answers, sure, but dumb answers. 'They are Muslim extremists and blah blah blah they disagree with what America is doing to the world and blah blah blah.' I believed it for about a second, then I realized how stupid that was. Maybe that was why, but what was really why? What made their religion so twisted that they went to such a point? I didn't think religion was that bad. But I guess it had to be.
After all of that, just that one incident, I was still frustrated with people. And I gave up on them. And I moped around and cried and cursed and yelled. And I realized how useless that was, and how useless everything was, and how useless anything I said was. 'You can make a difference!' I only wish I could.
I have nothing else to say. "
------you and me------
" I hope you guys don't mind me butting in, because I haven't even read everything you've all said, and I might be an idiot who completely repeats everything everyone already stated. I got the point after a few posts. But I really couldn't resist jumping in here, because it comforts me to know I'm not the only one on the planet that thinks something is fucking wrong with the world. People just seem to not want to admit it.
Well, I'm not going to go into the politics and current events and whatnot, because it's all derived from something, right? I read what Sie said, and I agree. What in hell is driving the world to do this? I seriously cry and scream and hide in my room and talk to myself about the problems in the world, nearly every day, if not a few times a week, babbling on and on about something I can't even change. I've done it since I was a little kid, since before anyone could even understand what was going on around them. Simple things, like people making fun of other people, and executions....I never found out what the acting force behind these atrocities were. And it made me angry to know that I couldn't do anything and that people could never change. Why? I hated them for that.
I couldn't care less about the world right now, frankly, and I'm considered a bad person because of that. All I've wanted to do is find out why. I used to blame it on arrogance, on power, on other people, on anything, but it's not true. People change from childhood to adulthood because of ideas that are fed to them throughout their youth, whether it be taught to them or discovered by them, they still change like that. The problem with America...no, the world, is that people don't do what they tell their five-year-olds to do. 'treat others the way you would like to be treated.' That doesn't mean anything anymore. 'violence doesn't solve anything.' That doesn't mean anything anymore. No matter what the people who see the indecencies of the world try to preach, it doesn't get through to anyone. They keep doing what they do.
Why? Just god fucking damned why?
It makes me sick, you know? It makes me ball my eyes out until I go to sleep and until I find myself running to my parent's room like I did when I was little. People just make me sick to the point where I want to ring their necks. I want to see them pay for what they've done and I want to make sure they come to a realization. Maybe that's it, maybe people get frustrated with everyone else to the point where they've become one of them. I don't know, I'll never know.
Okay, let's use September 11 as an example. Normal day in school. Boring, unmotivated and blah. As usual. Until we get dismissed from class and get called to one of the classrooms where the grade meets and one of our teachers announces what happens. By then, people are crying and I'm bloody fucking pissed off. I wanted to storm out of the room and cry or something, and then I want to fix things. But I can't. I wish I could. I went home and cried and I think my Dad cried, and my Mum cried, and I yelled because I was just so angry with everyone that was involved with flying the planes into the World Trade Centers. What little incentive was enough to make them do this? I got answers, sure, but dumb answers. 'They are Muslim extremists and blah blah blah they disagree with what America is doing to the world and blah blah blah.' I believed it for about a second, then I realized how stupid that was. Maybe that was why, but what was really why? What made their religion so twisted that they went to such a point? I didn't think religion was that bad. But I guess it had to be.
After all of that, just that one incident, I was still frustrated with people. And I gave up on them. And I moped around and cried and cursed and yelled. And I realized how useless that was, and how useless everything was, and how useless anything I said was. 'You can make a difference!' I only wish I could.
I have nothing else to say. "