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.

 

Fantastic Four Followers; Poem

First off, I congratulate Mister Collin Farmer for creating an account just to follow me. I feel special. Secondly, today is Kristen and I's one month anniversary. (If I used emoticons, one would be right here. Smiling. Huge.) It's truly amazing, how close two people can get after only one month. Feels a lot shorter though. Thirdly, you all reading should feel horrible, because after ferociously playing the drums for about two hours yesterday evening, I GOT BLISTERS ON ME FINGAS, and it hurts like crazy just to type this. But I'll pardon you this one time. Maybe I'll make a recording of a my practice sometime, and post it. Consider it a treat from me. Besides the treat of my words, which you all have the privelage of consuming on a semi-regular basis. And with that being said, I'm probably gonna post this on a Monday-through-Friday schedule, excluding most weekends. Unless something special happens to me, which I doubt it will. POEM TIME:


Untitled (reccomend for a title, if you want)

As I sit and wait
Drowning in myself
Considering my help misplaced
Or simply lost
But not much good does a lost calvary do
When I stare my enemy in the eyes
Reaching out towards the mirror
I swear my reflection smiled
Just when I felt like crying
But real men shed no tears
This I've learned
Through the painful,
iconoclastic indoctrination
Swimming through this curvilinear,
gyrating space
I'm losing myself
Lost alognside the army sent to rescue me
Strane days
Running through the maze
Shake off the haze
Find yourself



Song of the Day: One Day by Matisyahu

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

The Wheel of Fortune Tilts Towards Beauty

While watching the telly last evening, I realized something that was oddly surprising, though it really shouldn't have been: Americans are shamefully superficial. But the sad part is, they're the only ones NOT ashamed of it. It takes some gall for Ellen Degeneres to blatantly say "Inner beauty is important; but not as important as outer beauty" on a Covergirl commercial, especially after we strain to "teach" our children the opposite. Go around and tell pre-teen girls that they need to get plastic surgery because no one wants to marry a chick who looks like a hippo that's been siting in the sun too long, and just cut to the chase. The industry for makeup and anti-aging serums is already monstrous in size and influence anyway, so you might as well push wrinkle-removing cream to high schoolers. If it's not happening already, that is. Granted, outer beauty is not to be ignored (at least for a matter of pubic decency), but I can look over my shoulder right now and see a beautiful girl who's just dumb as fuck. Not even that she doesn't apply her intelligence, she simply doesn't have any. My girlfriend for example, is amazingly beauitful, but simultaneously the biggest nerd you will find (compliment Krsiten, you know I love you). Although, if Cindererlla and Bo Burnham have taught us anything, it's that no matter how stupid or poor you are, you can make it through life as long as you're incredibly hot. Another thing I noticed is that Wheel of Fortune host is a pimp.




EDIT: Song of the Day, "Question! by System of a Down (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENBv2i88g6Y)

Whoa.

It's been several, several internaet decades since you have last read my words. Shame too, cause I love blogging. Just not enought to do it on any regular basis. I've since resorted to sharing my thoughts through numerous Facebook statuses, but as I sat in Computer Applicatons class and tried not to drown in my own vile combination of phlegm and boredom, I stumbled upon a blog. This blog. Inspired by his awesomeness, I procceeded to log on again. After several internet decades, consider this my triumphant return, after conquering the faraway lands and robbing their spoils. Also known as the Kingdom of Perpetual Laziness. Whatever. This will probably become my spot for "publishing" poetry, rants/speeches, and just random blathering. I don't think blathering is a word, but it sounds good.