Welcome to this artificial world.

Time and time again i sit on the school bus, or gaze at my comp screen and just feel this weird itch, and no matter how much i scratch, the nagging just won’t dissipate. Crinkling my nose in the physical realm, with neurons sparking off inside my head trying to figure out why i am always so god damn uncomfortable – my subconscious self already figured out the answer. It was just this life that i was living. Not the circumstances or things i was doing, it was just the mindset of the people around me. I nick named it something – the SOC head. Same Old Crap.
Take this chicken example. Yes, chicken. When 20 of them are locked up in a tiny pathetic cage in a slaughter house soaked in blood, and one starts to die – it immediately sends WARNING hormones rushing through its body. Negative hormones basically. Hormones preparing the animal for death. The chicken next to it senses this, and its body does the same. It’s not transmitted by a cry or a virus – it’s through the air, its something invisible that you just pick up from your environment. This is exactly what’s happening in my world.
Okay, so i don’t go around town laying eggs, but this place that i call home is getting too mundane for me. I hate generalization, but im beginning to use the term more often. The media [or lack of it] is giving birth to a new generation of clones. Look around – how many people do you know that want to be [or do] something unconventional in their lives? I have a huge address book, and i know one. only ONE.
Even my closest friends, or should I say friendly acquaintances, have the same goals.
“I just wanna be a doc or summat u kno.. wanna be loaded.. simple..”
“woah that chick sounds like my soulmate! Huh? Whats that? Shes skinny eh.. crap her then.. gotta be hot or not interested.. so like I was saying abt that female with the hot ass...”
“WHATS UP?” – “NOTHING MUCH”
*groans*
in the words of Tim Allen– back the truck up! Did I call those things goals? You can’t call those things goals. Sorry, my bad.
All im trying to say here is – do your own thing – don’t conform to society – let’s make this 2k era another Woodstock venue. I don’t believe that the time of inventing and discovery, or getting high to make f***ing great music is gone, but it has definitely lessened. Almost thinned away. Life’s tough, but taking the normal road to death is something anyone can do. Find what you love, and CREATE something. Leave something behind that has YOU written all over it.
Don’t pass away in a cage, Die with passion.