It's lonely in here. Sometimes it gets to me. Whenever that happens, I remind myself that being a beastly antisocial subhuman creep is my own choice. I could go out and integrate into society any time I want to. I could even be fairly likable, maybe. But I refuse to compromise my ideals(read: "SELF-INDULGENCE? PETTINESS? UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG"). The world's a shithole, but that doesn't mean I have to go out there and pollute it even more with my insipid brainwaves. It doesn't really make me feel any better, but it's something, I guess.
Except that lately, I'm beginning to think that maybe it isn't enough. After all, is it not imperative to have a good time? If meeting people and having fun with them makes life better, why should I withold them from me, and myself from them? The world may be a shithole, but that's no excuse to cower and hide away. One should strive to make it better. Yeah, I'm discontented. But that is as it should be. It's motivation. If I hate society as it is, why not try to fix it? Why not join this stagnant culture that I hate and make it into something with substance? After all, my misanthropy is truly motivated by love. I love humanity, I really do, but I'm frustrated that it can't take care of itself. I'm frustrated that it puts up with its own bullshit. Why should I suppress that love for any longer? I'm only making things worse by festering in hate. Yeah, I'm sounding like a hippie. So what?
Shoot me if I'm wrong.
See my second rant in horrorology.
I agree with you 169%.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 01, 2010, 04:28:59 AM
See my second rant in horrorology.
I agree with you 169%.
I just read it. You put it better than me, I think, and I think the reason is exactly what I was talking about in the OP: I need to get out and have Fun. You can write like a motherfucker because you've gone out and done things, and seen things. Meanwhile, I sit in my apartment and masturbate over the corpse of punk rock. It's not enough to be a recluse anymore. It's time to get my shit together and investigate my city. Maybe if I go about it the right way, I can subvert the scene. Start a brand new culture in the remains of the old one. If not, it should be a helluva ride.
Get your ass in the game. In life you get a uniform, not a ticket. Go tear up some grass.