People spend so much of their lives building houses on foundations that they think are strong and unshakeable. They try to be unflappable and emotionless for fear that any bridge they have built might break if they make any mistake. Social mistakes can quickly burn these edifices to ash. In being careful, it makes them either apathetic and cold or phony-happy.
Does anyone say what they mean anymore, or do they just say things they think everyone else wants to hear? In the push to be liked and respected it is more the latter action they take. Being apathetic and cold can be good for business but it is not very good for social standing. The talent to fake an attitude when what you really want to do is break faces or scream to the sky is necessary to live a good life and keep a good job.
I have never been able to do that, and boy has it fucked me. I think it is cowardly and disgusting to be a phony. I have no idea how phony people can bring themselves to stare into their own eyes while they shave or brush their hair. Do they ever have a moment where they say “Gee…I’m fake as fuck. I hope no one notices. Ugh.” Maybe they do. What I do is the flip side of that coin. I look at myself in the mirror and ask “Why the hell can’t you fake it, you dingbat? Don’t you realize how much better your life would be if you just knew how to lie to the world?”
Perhaps it is my affliction which stops me from being phony enough to function socially. Or perhaps it is just that my viewpoint is erroneous, and people are not faking; they are really as happy and satisfied with their lives as they seem to be. This is hard to imagine in these days where the world is going to shit and everyone is talking at the same time through social media, pretending to be experts on everything when they would do better to just clock in, clock out, watch Family Guy, and stay the hell off of Twitter or Facebook or Skype or the like. Or, if they do interact with these social media sites, to just keep it light because spouting rhetoric and furthering the split plaguing this country is exactly what the elite power people want.
First comes anger, next comes the crash, and after, desperation. In desperation people will be begging for something like an RFID chip if it will mean they can go back to paying their bills and eating at Bennigan’s, or somewhere. They will beg to be taken back in hand and controlled, and they’ll be so scared to raise their voices against the bastards making up the establishment that they’ll never make another peep. And I’m not so sure anymore whether or not that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
I can’t think anymore. There’s too much blather and babble and pseudo-experts vying for greatness via approval by way of either Facebook Likes or Retweets and Favorites. “Justify me!” we all cry. Certain loonies would probably bite off their own genitals if they thought the video would go viral on YouTube. When did we become like this? When I was a kid it wasn’t this way.
It makes no difference, I suppose. As everyone is always so quick to say when they don’t have a better answer; “It is what it is.” And since I don’t have a better answer right now, I’m going to have to agree.
Keep your heads up, kiddies.