I’d rather live a sincere life, or not at all. Safe is hypocritical. Happiness or sadness is only ever felt by those that ventured beyond their facades. The rest are pitiful creatures that leech off those that have courage and pretend to wear that courage as their own. I despise those invertebrates.They’re social liabilities that add to the angst of being human, but do little, if anything to contribute to the collective wholesomeness that they’re so easily willing to consume.
Cynically Jaded
We tend to base our worries or assumptions about the future on the trends of our lives to this point, don’t we? If I think back and see how many times I may have ventured into a relationship or experience with passion and true conviction, and I compare that to how many times it didn’t work out, or worse, worked out horribly…then I automatically recoil at the thought of starting something that could potentially turn out the same way again. But the idealist in me forces me to look at a new experience or a new relationship as exactly that…something new…unless there is a specific and almost direct link to a past experience, I would be defeating myself before I even start if I judged what is to be, based on what has been.
Unfortunately the spineless amongst us will see these trends in us, and they will make haste to use it to our detriment because they, the spineless ones, will see it as an opportunity to express their own passions through the actions of others, whilst withholding their own to ensure that they are never vulnerable. Such is the pathetic state of those that try to be aloof by being shallow and insincere.
If faced with the option to either fit in or f*** off, I proudly choose to f*** off.
Being alone is infinitely more pleasing than being surrounded by hypocrites. We’re so busy trying to figure out why we’re deemed unacceptable or why we find it so hard to fit in that we lose sight of what is really important…and as cliched as that may sound, it talks to this simple truth…Stop labelling your state of mind and accept that you have significant reason, let alone a right to question your reality and your existence. Seek to understand, by all means. But when you attach a label to yourself or to others, you reinforce that very same mind set by believing that that is what you need to deal with. You become focused on the symptoms and forget why you’re so screwed up to begin with. If indeed you are screwed up at all, and not just different!
The next time you do something that is directly detrimental to your well being, physical or emotional, stop to think why you’re doing it! Chances are, your actions will be driven by a need to be accepted, or the agony of not being accepted. Stop! They’re not worth it…there cannot be so many millions suffering from the same anguish just because of the same bullshit expectation that we’re all supposed to fit in. Be bold…accept who you are and know what you stand for. If you don’t, how the hell can you expect anyone else to take you seriously?
Conform at the expense of the death of your own soul. When you conform for conformance’s sake, you become the living dead without anything meaningful to offer humanity.
