Remember when I used to blog more than once a month? That was great. It's not that I don't have important things to say, it's just that life makes the rules, not me. Perhaps, I shall try to say something noteworthy once a week and set a realistic bar.
So, I've come to a conclusion: I hate my generation. I've commonly said that I belong in another decade, another century, another millennium. I don't know what it is but for the most part, I'm highly disappointed and sometimes even disgusted with my peers. Maybe things have always been this way. Maybe people in their early 20s have always been dismal specks on the earth. Who knows. All I know is that I find it hard to relate to a bunch of neanderthals. It does not make sense to me how those around me are unable to see what kind of state our society is in and where it is heading. Apathy, check. Stupidity, check. Failure to say something sensical without my foot in their ass, check.
I want to talk to people but they just want to speak diarrhea. I don't speak that language so it's hard to relate. Maybe if I defecate in their ear, we will understand each other. Why not talk about religion, politics, and philosophy? Why are these such taboo topics? Ask someone my age and they won't be able to answer with anything other than, "It's not polite" or "I don't want to offend anyone." Anyone who gets seriously offended by intellectual and stimulating conversation deserves to be offended and hung upside down on a pogo stick. We wonder why people are getting dumber by the day. If you're one of the brainwashed believing that we're in this facade of uber itelligence, you're dumber than the average idiot.
Perhaps I just don't understand the weakened minds of my peers. Or maybe I understand them all too well. Either way, I obviously don't belong. I'm moving to a different century. Adieu, twats.
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