Friday, December 25, 2009

Just a Christmas rant about things being typical. g

I'm entirely fed up with the human condition. The typical, and so half-hearted way in which each and every person on this planet seems to conform within the ages of six and eleven years old, and become a spitting image of that which those higher up on the social ladder have deemed 'admirable'. The consistent way that each person just lives their life, but doesn't ever go out of their way to find inspiration to create their life. Conforming to the set of guidelines laid out for you weather it's in your social class or your idea of individuality is pathetic.
Nobody is a free thinker anymore, and just when you think you've found someone who is, they come up with something entirely commonplace to say or do that turns you off of them completely. Interests are so seldom sparked in this mundane and dreadfully monotonous world. In my case, interests come from words, which comes from books, which generally come from hours of searching around used book websites or shops in hopes of finding something worth spending time on. Instead of The New York Times Best Sellers that everyone insists are by far, the greatest books they've ever read. Which is always bullshit because half of the books on that list have made it there due to the overwhelming popularity they get from lonely English teachers or young hormonal girls.
I'm just getting sick of it, the way people don't even care enough about themselves to learn to speak their own language, yet they are so afraid of becoming something supposedly hideous that they would actually hire someone to suck the fat out of their ass cheeks and put it into their lips! Those, without a doubt, are the same people who care so much about their image that they have no problem literally spewing everything from the inside onto the outside until there's nothing left inside, and on the outside all they are is a bunch of random, orange, nude-pink, black, inky stains that make up the portrait of something only them and the rest of their clones could ever find beautiful.
That's all I have to say.

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