Yeah, so we all are pretty messed up. We decide we want something until it wants us back. Or we don’t want it at all until it wants to be wanted.
We throw ourselves into situations that tempt danger. We rebel because we think it somehow makes us a badass. Like “Oh hey, check out this scar. I don’t remember how I got it really, but it’s pretty rad, huh?”.
We do crazy things, and we brag about it. We talk about a lot of big ideas, but then decide that there are funnier things to talk about on YouTube.
We are silly. We think we are in love, but really we just want to get laid. Or some form of connection. Or maybe we just really want to get laid. We are all intolerably insecure but we pretend that we have the confidence of giants. We continually seek others approval. We essentially stalk other people on Facebook/Twitter/whateverwebsiteyouprefer, yet we freak out over what we should text that person back or if we should at all.
We have little rules that we play games by. And we all know that you have to play games in order for something to eventually work out. We strive to have the upper hand. To have the power. To be the one who makes others disposable. Because that’s how people should be….disposable, right?
We drink too much, smoke too much, sleep too little, and somehow manage to make it to work on time and get all of our papers in on time. Or kiss-ass so the professor works out another option for us. We say things like “Oh, we’re young and in college this is how we are supposed to act…” and that somehow justifies hangovers and sleeping around. Not that it necessarily needs to be justified, because it’s not necessarily wrong. It’s just pretty empty a lot of the time. Pretty lonely.
We look through our phones and we text as many people as we want. Or we see who we could possibly call to hang out with. We can’t stand quiet. So we turn the music up. We surround ourselves with nonsense, we watch a lot of TV and YouTube and try to find the best and trendiest new music or show. Young. Wild. Free. I just don’t know though, it doesn’t really add up. All the wackness. There seems to be a loss of realness when you can hide behind blacking out. And this isn’t some rant of blame. This is introspective. This is me. But I don’t really think I’m the only one.
Maybe it’s just me, but we are all pretty weird.