So, I’m trying to understand how people follow blindly. These people with charisma, good looks, and smarts have it all handed to them on a silver platter. the whole world bears for them because they are beautiful people. They are the real say in a matter and there is no voice for anyone lesser than them. Because they are a different being, they do not need to heed the words of others. They don’t need a stop button, they do not need to heed others opinions. They only bluntly apply their twisted form of logic in upside down ways, stringing you up. These are the people that guilt trip, the people that make you sympathize, that make you see their side of the equation because it is the one with emotional levy. What happened to the person who could think for themselves instead of falling prey to those who are on their on plane of thought?
I know so many manipulative fucks out their it’s not even entertaining. A lot of these people are people in bands, or who are deemed cool by the populace, simply because everyone knows them. They are free to command others as they see fit, because they are better than you.
Who are you to tell them what to do? You aren’t as cool or as hip as they are. You aren’t in any popular bands, you don’t even go to shows. You aren’t wearing anything cool; that band isn’t even good; who are you to like what I like?
No, say I, with the hypocritical intonation. These people aren’t contributors to society. In fact, they detract from the important matters of today. Instead of worrying about being in, worry about being. You will not look back on your life and wish that you had conformed more to the fad. You will not look back and wish you had gotten bigger gauges, or skinnier jeans. You will look back at your past self and you will laugh, not in spite, but in recognition or failure thereof.
I can’t believe I’ve been trying to fit in this entire time, myself. Fuck cliques, they almost had me, almost took me in their hold. We must shun labels. And move past them into the years ahead. We must grow up and grow away from these tags we put on ourselves or each other, because none of that matters. These days we are not segregated by skin, but by personal preferences. No more.
I’m a Matthias and I am a hypocrite. Cry about it.