My Ode To No One
Know what’s sad; Adherence. How as human’s we feel the need to stick ourselves to something in order to feel like we matter. What even sadder is the fact that we need to feel like we matter. Whether it’s because we’re beautiful, artistic, smart, or motivated we need to feel like somebody.. However, I find comfort in knowing there are 6 billion people on this planet, because I know no matter how much I suck, or how little I suck, no one really cares, and It doesn’t really matter. Oh I got fired, little Kwami in North Africa doesn’t give two shits since he hasn’t eaten in two weeks. Oops I spelt a word wrong, yeah I bet the Afghani’s we’re perpetually bombing every day is upset by this. What I’m really getting at though is the spiritual and social effect of adherence. Adherence contributes to violence, hate, war, as well as love, and compassion. It destroys truth and honesty by being marketed, and binds people together to defend a common cause.
Humans are social creatures, we need to be together, but why do we work so hard so separate ourselves from one another, and fear one another. I’m ashamed to be scared of black people. My whole life I was raised to fear blacks, by the media and my parents. Yes, impoverished blacks commit crimes, but so do rich white people, and our fucking government. So why the blacks? It’s pathetic; I’ve always wanted a black friend. I feel like I could learn so much and at the same time understand that world a little better. Rap and the news are two very biased mediums to understand black culture, so I doubt I can learn anything from them. Nothing speaks more volumes than a personal relationship with someone. I could read pages and pages of information on my girlfriend and still not have scratched the surface to how wonderful a person she is. I just feel cheated. Know why I can’t make and black friends? Because I live 25 fucking miles away from them, I’m white and apparently white people don’t like to live with black people, or yellow people or red people or green people. God damnit!
I kind of got off topic, what inspired this essay is the poster I saw on Myspace, and basically Myspace itself. How so many people can be so dumb as to look into a mirror and say they look different from everyone else with the same combed over hair and “indie” band t-shirt. How anyone can play the same fucking chords over the same fucking song structure discussing the same fucking subject matter can say that music truly expresses who they are. How anyone can adhere to an idea of individuality, liberalism, and artistic freedom with a scene. A scene, first of all, takes any originality away from the artists involved by sticking them with others somewhat like them within an area. Fuck the Scene, Fuck the media, and fuck you for not realizing at. And to those who’ve known all of this for years, congrats, your not fucking idiots like 95% of the rest of america. And fuck capitalizing america.
Humans are social creatures, we need to be together, but why do we work so hard so separate ourselves from one another, and fear one another. I’m ashamed to be scared of black people. My whole life I was raised to fear blacks, by the media and my parents. Yes, impoverished blacks commit crimes, but so do rich white people, and our fucking government. So why the blacks? It’s pathetic; I’ve always wanted a black friend. I feel like I could learn so much and at the same time understand that world a little better. Rap and the news are two very biased mediums to understand black culture, so I doubt I can learn anything from them. Nothing speaks more volumes than a personal relationship with someone. I could read pages and pages of information on my girlfriend and still not have scratched the surface to how wonderful a person she is. I just feel cheated. Know why I can’t make and black friends? Because I live 25 fucking miles away from them, I’m white and apparently white people don’t like to live with black people, or yellow people or red people or green people. God damnit!
I kind of got off topic, what inspired this essay is the poster I saw on Myspace, and basically Myspace itself. How so many people can be so dumb as to look into a mirror and say they look different from everyone else with the same combed over hair and “indie” band t-shirt. How anyone can play the same fucking chords over the same fucking song structure discussing the same fucking subject matter can say that music truly expresses who they are. How anyone can adhere to an idea of individuality, liberalism, and artistic freedom with a scene. A scene, first of all, takes any originality away from the artists involved by sticking them with others somewhat like them within an area. Fuck the Scene, Fuck the media, and fuck you for not realizing at. And to those who’ve known all of this for years, congrats, your not fucking idiots like 95% of the rest of america. And fuck capitalizing america.