The more I think about it, the more I feel as if we're all so indeterminately fucked up. Who are we to even place expectations on people? Who are we to define who they are when we can barely even define ourselves?
Who gave anyone a right to put another person on a pedestle, particularly when the other person doensn't want to be on the damned piece of mortar. Seriously. All these views and perceptions and images that we have of other people are just so indeterminately fucked up. They ruin, taint and mar the objective way with which we ought to see the world.
I am sick of being judged, of being defined as different things just because of the things I do and of what I choose to do. Of the people I hang out with, of my choice of words and the way I live and lead my life. No, seriously. Who are you to give me that look?> To say those things?
You're nothing to me in this grand scheme of life. Nothing at all.
We live day-to-day immersed and absorbed in our own pain that it blinds us from the bigger picture. I'll break apart from that, wallowing in self-pity that does nothing at all. Oh yes, to add, I'm sick of people who already know their own flaws and mistakes and yet still FUCKING DWELL IN IT AND LAMENT AND WHINE AND NOT DO A SINGLE PIECE OF SHIT ON IT!
If given a choice between being protected and sheltered to being exposed to every cruel, ugly, harsh reality this world has to offer; I'd choose the latter. Sooner or later, we're all gonna get fucked. One way or the other. It's just a matter of picking the pieces back up after you get run over by the truck labelled 'life'.
Now I'm out to catch extreme sports, have drinks with a friend and maybe dinner with the homies.
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