Hey, Congrats on your SAT Score…Now Shut The Hell Up.
We know only what is convenient with modern definitions. In 100 years from now, accepted theories could look like
moronic psycho-babble. So, I’m
just going to ignore the what happens to me after I die question and go straight
for the “how am I going to fuck up my life in the short, mid, and long term”
Seriously, though, in every group there’s a few winners and a bunch of
assholes. As much as these dark
brimmed glasses wearing nerds would like you to think otherwise, their opinions
are no more valid than those of a group of No Doubt loving “posers.”
That’s all it is anyway. We
all are hypocrites and posers. I
just don’t try as hard to be trendy anymore.
That’s what the whole pseudo intellectual angle is anyway.
Communism is cute and trendy. They
think they’ll be non-conformists by ripping on America and agreeing with their
bitter friends.
All people are striving for the same things: all centering towards power.
Fuck women and their egos. Women
are no better nor worse than men, just have different routes.
I don’t think there really even is a different agenda at this point.
They want sex and objects that our society deems worthwhile.
That’s the sad thing…it’s all just what fashion you choose to go
about your bullshitting. Every man
is a dick salesman. The only
possible nice guy is the one that will fuck you in the front, grinning and
choking you all the while.
Every group has a bunch of horny, lost people who want to separate
themselves yet include themselves in anything that is sexy and powerful.
When you bring it down to the bare titties, there’s all the same.
There are a million people out there just like me…
Sad, lonely, knowing too much and therefore having little to no hope.
There is no such thing as integrity.
As Chris Rock says, a man is only as good as his options.
I truly believe that your entire viewpoint on social life is developed in
your first few years. Everyone is
just trying to get into that elite group and how you are relating to that group
in the beginning affects what you think of your status later.
That’s what it’s all about: status, power, prestige…
I’ve come to realize that in my failures with women and frustrations
with friends. Everyone wants to
feel like they are on the verge of greatness or the brink of disaster.
My charm and kindness is to weak and pedestrian for most women.
If I accidently treat them like the shits they are, then I become this
kind of bronzed statue of brute manly strength.
It all makes me sick yet I want it because I can’t escape this culture
and nor can these people who are so resoundingly more complex than I am.
Uh oh, did I structure that sentence improperly?
Oh, why don’t you tell me so you can flex the only muscles in your
body, that being in your mind. Sad,
really, that it’s all a big gimmick.
There is the real person…and it’s not always the one that everyone
loves and adores. I was an
innovator in some ways and in my desperately egocentric mind I still think I
might be. In every pairing,
there’s the idea man and the pitch man. My
jokes were stolen from me and I was seen to be the lackey.
Much like Bob Zmuda faded into the background of Andy Kaufman’s
brilliant delivery and charisma, the one you look over may be the one with the
true brilliance. Or, maybe they
really deserve to be looked over.
There are no diamonds in the rough.
You have to make due with the decent group that you have. Instinct is something that is so hard to quantify that I just
don’t know.
And the thing is, that group scoffing in Starbucks doesn’t know either. 99% of all of us will burn out and end up tossing the corporate salad in our lives. There isn’t usually that magic pivotal moment for everyone. Maybe in their eyes there is, but for most there never was that pause where it could go either way. For many of, it can only go one way, or more precisely…the better of the many evils.
Let’s blame everyone’s a parents just like we say that Bush’s
economic plans were the core reason why the 8 years with Billy Clinton were so
damn splendid. Why don’t we just
say that every president was really just carrying out the ideas that the
previous president had in mind? Or
how about we admit it’s impossible to make blanket statements for anyone and
admit we hate the way another person works?
The first minute in which you meet someone will dictate how you act
around them for a very long time. I
can’t say enough about how little we know and how hard we try to convince
ourselves that there are convenient definitions.
Much like what is troubling our trusty astronomers, the universe isn’t
evenly spread. We don’t know how
to define all this dark matter. So,
the next time you hear somebody say something with wonderful diction and a lot
of confidence, think of how they would enjoy boozing and sex just as much as
everyone else.
Unique is another word for desperate for power.
Think what you think, because then at least you won’t be following some
asshole’s orders.