Frustration runs amok…
I’m in a truly bad mood right now. I hardly ever say what I honestly feel like saying because my true thoughts tend to be blunt and everyone is so easily offended these days that the truth is no longer considered “a good thing”. But I feel like saying what I feel so I’m going to.
At this point in time, I am freaking irritated at the number of people who lack the capacity for independent and/or original thought.
If I hear the word ‘froyo’ one more time, I’m going to flip this dang table right out of the building.
You know, I feel like I give people a lot of leverage and give people the benefit of the doubt – I’d like to think they post things from their various social media accounts because they actually believe in what they’re posting, not just because everyone else posts it.
But, I’m freaking sick of looking at messy-haired, ill-dressed waifs with bright red lipstick looking out over meadows. No, I don’t freaking care about these posed and completely fake “wistful” pictures. I don’t even understand why people post them? I don’t get it. Unless the girl in the picture is someone you know, what the heck does it even mean?
Fake nostalgia? Are you trying to show off their ridiculous outfits, because everyone knows how ugly the clothes are, but it’s “cool” to wear ugly clothes? Are you trying to show that she’s “not trying”, even though she clearly IS?
I’m in a “double facepalm, grind my teeth, rip my hair out, slap you in the face” mood.
Yeah, I Get It – I’m not the center of the universe, nor do I want to be. But, GOOD LORD people, can’t you come up with anything new? Why is it always the same? People have to be like everyone else and social media is where we get to see the same things all day every day as people just keep posting pictures of the backs of random females, “romantic” pictures of a brown headed man and blonde woman kissing (and, yes, all of these pictures have basically the same “couple” in them), blueberry cobbler with a spoon in it, a sleeping man, a politically charged image slandering a media pundit the poster has never even listened to, a picture of ripped jeans paired with some pointed shoes, someone’s bare feet in the sand, a cup of coffee, the newest iPhone, some puke-inspired painting, some pop singer’s new hairdo, and/or a heart-wrenching picture of a baby animal with some vegan slogan splashed across it.
In short, I am frustrated and disgusted and tired of looking at this stuff. I’m tired of this manufactured “rad”, manufactured “concern”, manufactured “reality”. I’m tired of the fact that this is the way it always has been and always will be.
Fads change, but humans don’t.
I’m tired of human nature.
The real reason I am angry is because I can’t understand these things. I can’t understand the point of any of this stuff. It’s so incredibly pointless. Nothing good comes of it. There is no meaning, no outcome. The message being sent is unclear. It seems like clutter and falsity.
Falsity makes the world go ’round.
I know I’m a nobody. My opinions don’t matter and never will matter because they are so incongruous to the ideals commonly held valuable by society.
But, I still feel angry – No, I feel SAD… very sad at the state of things, and that causes my anger at the people who refuse to be anything more than what society tells them to be – that people can’t break out of that self-imposed social personae that have become their “true” identities.
I feel sad that so much time and so many resources are spent on meaningless fluff.
I feel sad that real problems are ignored simply because they do not fit the schema of what society says is most important.
I feel sad that nobody seems to notice, that the most important things are sex, uncomfortable shoes, straight bangs, thrift store sweaters, and fake danger.
I guess I’m in one of my “need to get away from humans” moods.
I’m feeling overwhelmed by humans, and I can’t do anything about it because I am a human and a hypocrite and a fool and I want to weep because I cannot fit with them and I cannot escape them.
Who am I supposed to be?
What is my purpose?
Why do I feel such strong feelings about behaviors of people I do not know, will never meet, and whose destinies are not entwined with my own?
As much as I love technology, I hate it. Social media has made us so impersonal, stereotypical, incurious, unconscious. We are so used to looking at pictures of the world, that some of us have forgotten to go out in it.
I am sad, and this has caused my bad mood.
Now I have a sad mood, and am left feeling as if this was an incredibly pointless rant, because nobody will listen anyway. Basically, I’ve offended 95% of people that would read this, so my words are now null and void.
I don’t even care anymore. I’m just trying to make it through life, and this subject is one of the things that causes me much trouble and concern.
Realistically, I should not even bother caring about people who would not bother to care about me. But, I can’t help it. I feel concern for humanity, and anger that there’s nothing I can do to change things.
I am upset because the charade of social media just serves as a reminder to me of all of the things in the world that I can never hope to change.
Hopeless and sad, I end this post.