give me religion and a lobotomy
i am so easily annoyed. i wish i was laid back. i want to be one of those cool, mellow people who can chill and not be affected by things... or who does not take offense to everything under the sun because it may possibly hurt himself or others. i can't take a joke for the life of me... perhaps because inherent in western-style jokes is the degradation or disrespect of an oft stereotyped person or group of people, which only exists for the purpose of the joke, after all. how else can you dehumanize people so killing them is so much easier?

i'm annoyed by what i perceive to be superficiality, when in actuality, it may just be a different way of socializing than i can understand or prefer. maybe some people truly do feel connections to 50 people at a time and can feel comfortable, happy, and complete without being serious or forming deep reciprocal friendships with other people. some, probably even most, people enjoy what i would deem superficial relationships in order to evade the bleak, meaningless existence that we each occupy. an existence like a fly stuck between the glass and screen of a window pane. it is reasonable... quite practical and logical, really, to want to deny such an existence by layering your life with more meaningless things. for, by collecting and surrounding yourself with meaningless things in order to disguise the meaninglessness of your life, the chaotic busy-ness that ensues will thereby create urgency and the illusion that everything is important and therefore meaningful.

1 comment | what do you think?