Ready, Set, Heads Into Sand. (Part One)
The all-new must have accessory - angst.
I was trying really hard to get some sort of inspiration for my first weekly rambling. I really was, just... Nothing came up. Absolutely, completely, totally nothing. Zero. Zilch. All I wanted to do was to bash my head in against my desk. A mild concussion seemed like a hell of a great thing to get me started. Then it hit me.
We're the passively active generation. So goddamn conscientious and yet so ostrich-like in a way. Most of us just stick our heads into sand at the mere sight of trouble actually having the possibility to snap us into reality. We rebel and mutiny against everything and nothing and promote our ways of life as unique and different. And we do all that without a real cause of some kind. We sing and brag about fighting the malfunctioning system and fall silent the very second that same system starts returning the favor.
I don't think there's much to fight these days. The war, the nature going berserk, those things are way past our abilities. And those things are what we yearn to fight against. Some of us at least. School bullies? Bad teachers? Awful, backstabbing friends and school cliques? Want to fight against that?
Take a good hard look in the mirror. See that kid staring back at you? That is exactly what you're trying to fight here. Yourself.
I know, I know, circa 30% of you guys are rolling your eyes now, thinking of this verbal diarrhea as another load of bull and some random preaching of a girl who thinks she's more than she actually is. That's okay. Press the little 'back' button. Stick your head into the sand.
Back on topic.
As I'd said - we're the passively active generation. I'm pretty sure the aforementioned statement makes no sense to you at all. Oxymoron is a great thing to describe us with. Let me clarify:
We are so desperate to be unique. We'll do anything and everything to stir things up in order to be remembered or just popular. We make up causes and crusades and still manage to end up feeling empty and disoriented. We're active on the outside and passive on the inside. We feel the things we think we should feel, not the things we actually do carry somewhere inside of us.
I'll refrain myself from writing about certain music genres.
We create chaos just to have someone to clean up after. Our lives are so saturated with electronics, alternate realities, reality shows and everything artificial that we suddenly find ourselves standing on the crossroads, scratching the back of our heads asking ourselves how the hell we got there.
Angst and rebellion have become such fads. Being unique is a must have stocking the shelves of the giant stores of our lives. Unique has become so common.
Our lives aren't fun anymore and we've made them that way.
