I Am Human Hear Me Bitch.

             Why, as Americans, do we feel the uncontrollable urge to be unhappy? Why d we prod ourselves with evil plans, and sad feelings of self-scrutiny? We constantly do it. We do it when we read sad songs, or tell ourselves we look fat. We do it when we put on a CD with nothing but a bunch of sad gloomy songs to further depress ourselves and cry about our problems that we created. Why? Why does little Suzy think she looks fat in a tank top? Why does Billy listen to Stabbing Westward after breaking up with his girlfriend, Suzy who is apart him because she thought she was too fat for him to see her naked, he got pissed because he wasn’t getting any, called her  fat bitch and broke off the relationship, even though he knows he loves her, and that she isn’t fat? (Damn that was a lot of detail for a simple metaphor.)

            Anyway, Americans constantly try to make them selves sad by reading tragedies, and falling in love with people we know are only going to hurt us in the end. We, as humans, have undying, love for pining. We love to fish for compliments, and put ourselves down so we could possibly get some undeserved remorse from our friends, and sometimes, our enemies. Humans are, by nature, masochists. The only difference between us and Albert Fish, is that instead of shoving pins and needles in our groin we are shoving them in our hearts, and self-value.

            It’s sad really, pun incredibly intended.

            Quite frankly, we get depressed, because it’s easier to be. It doesn’t take very much to have a bad day, and for bad things to come. Shit you just have to wake up some days. That is another problem we have in this country and our species: we are weak, and lazy. We give up the very moment that work is involved and beat some black man until he does it for us. (A black man is not considered human, a human has too many faults, plus humans aren’t responsible for rap. But that is a different article.)

            So, we are sad because we are lazy, because we can’t show any goddamn initiative and actually strive for happiness. Well, I try my hardest to strive for all the happiness I can, and I see not a single one of you, aside from my father, doing the same, and I’m pretty fucking sick of it. I don’t place to say this, but I have to: Stop fucking bitching all the time, and change your shitty attitudes, I am sick of fucking listening to ya.

            Tell me, does that make sad, and if it does, would you read that line again just to make it worse? Change your ways America. Lions have the roar. Birds have the song. Humans have the bitch. I say it’s time we change our sound, and we’re startin’ by getting rid of all this ska/punk bullshit. Country, you’re next.