Who the hell are you?

Original Facebook Date: December 9, 2007

Location: Study - Out of incense - Troubled

Feeling: Worried

Listening to: Antonio Vivaldi - Summer Concierto No. 2 , Presto


The Truth. The Truth is. The Truth will be.

My mind is going through an analistsic spree, almost everything I sense, see and experience quickly searches for an explanation in my mind. One does not realize until one thinks. And for the past weeks (months really), I have discovered that my contemporaries are far too ignorant. Many are still in the formative stages that they should have ended years ago. Many are very weak (of mind) and if they don’t wake up of their addicting adolescence, life will run over them. Many of my aquaintances (I don’t know if I can call them friends) have lost their will to society’s sense (Curse you society!)and have taken a dangerous path. Let’s talk about some precise phenomena so you smart folks (I’m sure I’m writing to myself) can get what I see around me.

Daddy’s boys and girls (certified stoopid): My generation has a huge problem (restricted to upper class individuals), many have been raised poorly. Mediocre parents end up with even more mediocre children (Oooh, vicious cycle). These idiots have few things in their mind (me, my friends, my stuff, me, my money, my sexual drive, me, party!) and have become one of the worst part of society (wich itself can not always be good) not caring for anything but whatever is fun or gives them pleasure (if you thought of alcohol and nicotine, you are most correct) and when life pokes them a little they react horribly. School is a waste of time to them, and it’s only use is to make “friends”. Those who have rich parents are the worst. They have no true friends [you’re my best friend(because of your money)], all their problems are resolved by mommy and daddy and they can’t stay alone otherwise they’ll go gaga.

Peer pressure(fuck, I hate this one): As I’ve said before, humans are weak. But many in my generation are even more weak. Most teenagers (fuck I hate this word) are addicted to society and hate solitude above all else. If they suffer the terrible fate of being rejected by mass society (better concept), they take the risk of becoming weird (The doom of all stoopid teenager). My generation (“Y” in Pelota de Letras terms) are about 40% drones of the remnant 60. This 60% is what you may call, the “cool” generation, the one that is hip and pretty and rich and fashionable (Memento: Minimum chararteristics to belong to “Y” mass society. Be pretty OR be rich OR like what everyone else likes) So, those who can’t easily fit into mass society, become drones of the ones that fit perfectly. Therefore, they lack character, intelligence (hence those aproved by mass society are clever, but not smart) and mostly personaity. Ok, let’s be clear, I know someone who fits my description here, he is a good friend of mine and is well intentioned. He happens to be in my top friends (yet I am 98% percent sure he will never read this, EVER). Since I knew him, I saw somewhat of an empty shell of personality, except perhaps a very distinguishing admirance to the FAC [Oh oh, dead giveaway, I’m in danger!(NOT)], anyways, he quickly began taking likings of many of his friends and became collage of interests and tastes. Time has passed, and ever since not to long ago he proudly entered mass society (as a drone obviusly). I wouldn’t object, he is my friend after all, but he never was his own. Nothing characteristic of him has appeared, and he is eager to be like his companions. If it weren’t for his liking of planes and that stuff, he would be just one more in the crowd. I am worried for this. If he doesn’t find his own personality (himself really) then he will not be ready for the world and won’t learn how to be on his own.

If anybody’s reading, I’m sorry for all this crap, but I just had to let it come out.Also, I have developed a serious disliking for photo albums made by my contemporaries (I fucking hate them), lets put it this way, a stoopid person goes to the Amazon rainforest with his/her classmates on a class trip. They have a lot of fun, but the only thing they take pictures of are themselves. (’”Look our pictures from our trip to the Amazon!” - “Where’’s the river, I just see people.” - “What river?“).

Fuck, fuckity, fuck fuck fuck.....

I’ll try to write about something else on my next post.

Sharkman, signing off.

PS: There is a possibilty I won’t be posting next sunday. Or the following.