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The dessert called disillusionment. You know it's so wrong but still you can't help dabbling in it. Getting lost in it. Despite that it defies reality.
For me, it feels like the fog Chief Bromden talked about in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's pumped in from everywhere, and you can't help but just get lost and hide in it. In my addictive need for inspiration as of late, I've realized that I've been mistaking disillusion for my guiding light. Believing that I'm where I'm really not. Like a really good dream you'll later wake up from.
Pop radio is a far guiltier pleasure than I thought it was. I've been strangely addicted to it for almost a year now because, despite that it usually sucks, it's fucking catchy...and sometimes there are some good things that come along the air waves. Yet the worst part is how I get so drawn into it at times...hence creating disillusionment. Falling right into the manufactured trap.
Because the truth is, I'm not too cool for school. I'm not the strong and confident loner. And the cool girls will always have boyfriends. But at times, when I'm driving and listening to some shitty song on the radio that seems to "inspire," I'm really just having my cake and eating it too. The delectable delight I always eat alone. Disillusionment.
For me, it feels like the fog Chief Bromden talked about in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's pumped in from everywhere, and you can't help but just get lost and hide in it. In my addictive need for inspiration as of late, I've realized that I've been mistaking disillusion for my guiding light. Believing that I'm where I'm really not. Like a really good dream you'll later wake up from.
Pop radio is a far guiltier pleasure than I thought it was. I've been strangely addicted to it for almost a year now because, despite that it usually sucks, it's fucking catchy...and sometimes there are some good things that come along the air waves. Yet the worst part is how I get so drawn into it at times...hence creating disillusionment. Falling right into the manufactured trap.
Because the truth is, I'm not too cool for school. I'm not the strong and confident loner. And the cool girls will always have boyfriends. But at times, when I'm driving and listening to some shitty song on the radio that seems to "inspire," I'm really just having my cake and eating it too. The delectable delight I always eat alone. Disillusionment.