Friday, October 14, 2011

What Is This, I Don't Even... (or a post written while drunk. except not really. there's no excuse for this, sadly.)


It's really strange that we have to question every damn thing.

As a typical teenager living in a privileged society, my life revolves around the basic first world problems. I am sixteen (well, I will be in a few months) and I just can't seem to escape the childish thoughts and worries that "plague" my generation. That was deep. It's so strange, though. I find myself wanting to diverge from all of that. The truth is, I hate my generation, for the reasons the older generation hates it, and "all of that" are its annoyingly trivial problems.

I just find it aggravating when some idiot decides to vandalize their own school - where they, supposedly, get educated for free - for reasons unknown. They, like all of us, have to face the harsh reality, but the thing is, they never had to work for anything. Their "revolution" is a joke, a fiasco, a ruse in order to skip school.


I don't know, I guess I am just pissed that I'm different. Yeah, I admit it, I don't like shitty house music. I detest it. I would sooner read a book than go to a club. Clubs are fine, just too noisy. And I'm only sixteen. I'll manage. I couldn't care less about a boyfriend. I give a damn about my education. I like Twilight. (Okay, now I went way too far on the whole being different thing.)

The thing is, before you start throwing tomatoes at me, that I just can't seem to fit anywhere. I am too vanilla for the fun and adventurous, too crazy for the serious and sophisticated.

And I'm pretentious. I am a pretentious hipster amongst generic people(= my peers).

I can babble. A lot. In real life, on the internet, in my head.

I can write faux-inspirational, cheesiness-reeking essays, with a pretentious philosophical edge.

I want to be everyone. Except for myself, obviously.

I am an atheist. Obviously. (I can have a year-long argument, arguing (obviously) for my opinion.)

I am just another teenager and I approve this message.