Teens Pt.1

I weep for my people. This generation of youth is one that tops every other in its unmitigated selfishness and lack of understanding. They say we are the generation that will take our planet to a level that it’s never been before. But I believe that the only place we'll effectively lead it is straight to Hell. Here's why:




YOUNG WOMEN: Do this as an experiment (this is for the total of probably two girls that read this blog, but guys are welcome to do it also). Stand in front of a full-body mirror naked and stare at yourself. Look over every inch of your body for at least five minutes, then come up with as many adjectives as you can that you feel appropriately describe you. Now, I'm willing to bet that most of you did not write “beautiful”, “natural”, or anything else that truly describes what you are. Why do I know this? Because teen girls as a whole have horrible self-esteem. But every single young woman reading this is very, very beautiful, has potential to be extremely intelligent, but just as much as they are these things, they do not often realize it. AS much as I love these girls, I feel an emotion that can only be properly described as a combination of rage and pity when they say "I'm not pretty," or "I'm stupid." There are specific girls I could mention but I won't, so I'll simply say that YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. You are a gorgeous young woman who needs to learn the lesson of judging by your own standards, and not by this world's. The simple fact is, not everyone is destined to look like a Barbie doll with a size negative two waist, but your natural beauty is so far ahead of that it's indescribable. I honestly wish that every girl could look in the mirror and see what I see: the naturally aesthetic creature they were born to be. But girls have become obsessed with creating their beauty, whether it be with makeup or with a thinner waist or whatever. The concept that having a round ass and D cup boobs means beauty is so drilled into their heads it's sickening. The concept of "natural beauty" is lost on most of them. I have a good friend, who happens to be a girl, who because of some past issues can understandably feel less than positive about her image. I'm not going to go into any specifics, but by what limited communication we've had, we've become extremely close. This may be a hard concept for some to grasp, but I love this girl to death and do not feel an urge to have sex with her. Shocking, I know. But the point is that this girl is extremely beautiful, and because of past events, may not be in total agreement. This is understandable. Not very pleasing, but understandable. However, if you are a stuck-up, pretentious cheerleader whose had everything you've wanted in life and still cannot feel content with yourself, you're just sad. You are a poor excuse for a human being. Not that I'm saying very much, but you are simply pathetic. Most girls with low self-esteem have no credible reason for it. Okay, so maybe a past boyfriend called you a slut one time. So you fall into a pit of unworthiness and total self-criticism? IDIOT. TOTAL. IDIOT. Now, if you feel that way, I'll still love you. I just won't like you very much. And that’s another hard concept that requires attention. Pay attention to this statement: YOU, BEING A TEEN GIRL, DO NOT UNDERSTAND SYNONYMS. Loving someone and being in love with someone are two totally different things. I love my sister, but just because I live in Kentucky doesn't mean I'm IN LOVE with my sister. Fine examples of words incorrectly used interchangeably:



* Pretty and beautiful

* Music and mainstream rap

* Skinny and healthy

* Ignorant and stupid

* Stupid and retarded

* Lil Wayne and talented musician

* Weird and unique

* verbal abuse and physical abuse

* outcast and loner

* emo and goth

* police and law enforcement

* love and lust

* desire and passion

* hipster and unique

* blunt and rude

* nice and pushover



And I could go on and on and on. But the point is, for some strange reason, we feel as if we can switch words back and forth in different contexts and still get the same meaning. There are a few words that are interchangable (ie. big and large, funny and humorous, smart and intelligent, etc.), but they're in the minority. Most of the time, we humans like to feel samrt by substituting big words that don't fit for smaller words that make more sense. How do you not realize how plain dumb that is? How do you not realize that saying "I don't like Mexicans" isn't rude, but honest? How do you not realize that weighing ninety pounds when you're six feet tall is not healthy, no matter how tight a shirt you can fit when you are? How do you girls not realize that your hips do not make your identity? Whatever, I'm done.


I'll rant about boys in the next post.

Peace.
 
 
Song of the day: I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island

So it’s been a little while, and I’ve just been bubbling with stuff to share with you, my precious audience, but I’ve simply been lacking the time/attention span/resources to. But while I sit in my room at home, I figured I’ll just type up my blog here and post it later when I have internet access. Ah, the wonders of technology. Let’s delve into our painfully long journey, shall we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. Otep’s new album “Atavist” was a disappointment. Not that I like her for her ability to load an album full of amazing tracks or anything, there’s normally one or two worth repeated play and a bunch of fillers. I sincerely hope that the Beastie Boys’ new album coming out tomorrow (today when you’re reading this) will live up to the Boys’ solid reputation. Also, I recently discovered a bunch of awesome bands, including The Mouth of Ghosts, Atreyu, Bad Rabbits, Our Last Night, Close Your Eyes, and I’m looking into more Dragonforce stuff besides just Through the Fire and Flames. All for music. 
2. Saturday evening, I and a few other fellows went to a popular local skating rink, called Skate World. Mistake. I think I started to realize things were a bit awry when I spotted a couple of girls looking no more than fourteen years old loitering outside and smoking cigarettes. But hey, teenagers do that right? Not a big deal or anything. So we go inside, the air is musty, the music sucks, the food is overpriced, the teens are waaaaay too skinny/trendy/uninteligent, and the cops by the door keep trying to make us get skates when we make it abundantly clear that we are not skating. Stupid cops.
3. And now, of course, Osama bin Laden. We killed him, for those who didn't know. My initial reaction was just shock, since I figured he was just dead. But then I felt nothing but pity, when I watched the news and saw the people of America practically dancing in the streets, rejoicing over their enemy's death like some primitive tribal ceremony. Even a bar downtown here gave out free chamopagne in celebration. That's just sickening to me. The people have been forcefed so much propoganda that they practically do whatever the government asks of them upon request, as long as the gov't kills enemies that never were a huge threat anyway. Yes, you read correctly. OSAMA BIN LADEN WAS NEVER A THREAT TO YOU. Granted, he killed some people, and I'm not undervaluing that. But just think; what else did he do? Can you even tell me? Think about it.

To be continued.

 

I Should've Shoved a Paintbrush Down His Throat

So in art class today, I was sketching sad clowns. In general, I'm a pretty good drawer-I'm not even sure that's really a word-so I look at my drawing and say it's pretty good. He had his little party-type hat with polka dots on, little jacket with matching polka dots, makeup around his eyes and lips, cute lil nose, and painted eyebrows. However, upon close inspection I realized that Mr.Clown's ears were not leveled at all. I never really had a taste for Picasso, so I figured I'd just redraw it with correct proportions. As I resketched, some douchebag kid comes up and asks why there are cheeto puffs over my clown's eyes.
I looked at Mr.Clown.
I looked at the kid.
I looked back at Mr.Clown.
I looked at the kid again.
And you know what I said?
"SHUT THE F*** UP!!!!" I then procceded  to hurl the kid through the nearest window with my titanic strength.
Then I snapped out of my daydream, and kindly informed the child that they were painted eyebrows over his eyes, not cheeto puffs. (By the way, I am in no way the owner, inventor, or in any way affiliated with Cheeto Puffs or Cheeto brand snack foods, or Frito-Lay brand, or whoever makes those things. Copyright suit: avoided.) But apparently, he was either blinded by hunger or just plain stupid, because he insisted on telling me my clown must have missed his mouth during snack time.
If you're familiar with my blog at all, you know by now that I have an immense contempt for simple asinine stupidity. Being in the school setting I was in however, I practiced my self-restraint and proceeded to once again tell the kid that they were in fact, eyebrows, NOT CHEETO PUFFS. But you know, some people just don't get it. This was one of those people. So before I wrapped my hands around his throat and never let go, I simply walked away.

Kids, just walk away.

I think it's a combination of the hair and tongue ring, but this picture is really kinky.

Song of the day: Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd
                          Awesome Deftones cover

Why So Cynical?

I'm not a mean person. Just a realist. Fine line sometimes, but my thick skin allows me to be mean to people and still follow the Golden Rule (I always wondered why we don't learn that Jesus first gave us the Golden Rule in elementary). I simply take a realistic approach to life. If you're a teenager, then you're probably stupid. But just because I'm also a teenager doesn't mean I'm a hypocrite, it simply means I'm smarter and more mature than the other teenagers and I'm able to realize and see teen folly at it's finest. Also known as high school. It's kind of sad, really, that most of us young adults don't even realize how foolish we are sometimes. Especially the girls. Now I'm not into masogyny-most of my friends are female, in fact-but I find it hard to believe that they don't realize how silly, overly-emotional, and just plain dumb they are. Sorry women. Please, no angry letters. Or maybe you should send me a few letters. At least then I'd know people are reading this (thanks to the man who does read and comment though, it means a lot). But for now I suppose I'll stick to being all indie and having three followers. Congratulations you three, you are now exclusive.





Song of the Day: Mascara by Deftones