and you’re so cool.
we make excuses.
there are many different types.
“he’s just not into you” “oh i forgot” and the “i have a headache” and “she’s just jealous” and the “it’s the mainstream media” and “it’s the liberal agenda”
maybe instead of making excuses for the lack of intimacy in your life, the poor body image, the lost love, the dissatisfaction with the life around you, you should just act. the hippies may have been quite stoned, but they did more to protest the things that were wrong with their culture than we have probably at all since then.
and why? because we’re gluttonous, disgusting, avaricious, self-absorbed, lustful people. we devalue life and people in favor of technology and airbrushed perfection.
And when you suck, you suck well.
I had a very bad day at work today. And it got me thinking… about how poorly equipped I am for life. I feel like the misfits of the present generation, the ones that ambition and The American Dream forgot, are just so ill-prepared these days. The world is spinning around right around me…. and I don’t know what to do.
My skill set is lacking in all the ways that lead to a comfy lifestyle these days…
I can inhale a bowl of instant ramen right off the stove in a minute and a half, stay up for days on the same video game, pack a sick bowl that’ll choke you out, I’ve developed a mastery of sweatpants and eyeliner, I can tell you when the bag of tree you bought from your local dealer is a ripoff.
I can be a bitch, I can be too shy to tell you when you’re pissing me off. I can make a BK value meal my bitch. I can whip up cakes so awesome, it’ll make a six year old shit himself. I can make men and women alike quite happy, and go beer for beer with your average 20-something male.
I’ve subsisted for 20 years of solely junk food, tried to turn it around at 21, and formed a deep love of crappy domestic beer. I’ve loved and lost, done silly things like move out of state for love for the various frogs I’ve fallen for. I can rip a grav and I’ve cried at work. I’ve cut myself and then turned around and winced at a piercing. I’ve been admitted, drugged up, and I’ve drank away many good nights. I never forget a name… even if I sometimes forget the words to my favorite songs…. I can pretend I’m not afraid.
But the problem is… for the most part I am. Afraid. Avoidant. Inexperienced. Sometimes the worst part is realizing how true “you learn something new everyday” really is.
i like this one. the colors.
Am I the only one scared shitless of Silent Realms
fudgebrownys:
like WHY would you do that?
I’m happy and then “MUSIC”
and “STOP EVERYTHING AND FOCUS ON THE SCARINESS”
like, no!
