November 16, 2009

• 100% Recycled Apathy

  I have found lately that I love and hate with the same fire, from the same burning oil barrel. I guess I hate because I love, because I have created philosophical enemies with which to do battle. My Molotov Cocktail is metaphorically thrown because the very existence of the thing, event, institution, or concept (not really into hating people, just dislike, or hating something about them, or just hating the fakeness that surrounds their being) stifles or makes a mockery of something truly beautiful. And I can find many things in this universe that are truly beautiful, and that burns the pyre even higher. So what this means is that I constantly moved based on these aforementioned passions, and even tasks that seem banal or soul-killing into some philosophical clusterfuck that I must use my ultimate crazy-hippy-nature-goddess-mystical-whimsical powers to tackle.
  On the flipside of this, I keep seeing too many people who are on auto-pilot, who go through their days as a cycle, an empty ritual that gets them only slightly ahead in the realm of… meh? I have no clue. There is no whimsicality to them, no spark, nothing that exists apart from survival and loading up the mirror, something to make them look attractive or cool. And I don’t understand this mirror. It makes me sad. I can’t even begin to explain this mirror, unless it’s just my interpretation of the human ego.

  • 7:15 pm
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