Boo Hoo MFer's
I think it's ok for people to complain about things. I myself complain about things all the time, the price of gas, my coworkers, cell phone service coverage, emo kids. I complain, in reality though my life is thoroughly fantastic, and so is yours if you are living in the U.S. I wake up every morning realizing this, as I step onto my balcony and the sun shines down onto my face I am conscious of my advantages, I have carpet, a shelter not made of corrugated steel, clean water, even air-conditioning. Think about that..conditioned air, con-dish-und...for me...personally...according to my preference. We all live a charmed life. If you own a cell phone then you belong to a small percentage of cell phone owners in the world community, if you own a laptop also, then the percentage of people in your elite circle becomes even smaller. Living in one of the most prosperous nations on the planet and being constantly reminded by the media that there are even richer and happier people out there than you, may not make it seem that way, but in the context of the world, you are pampered. If you make $35,000 per year and struggle to make your mortgage payment each month then you are still at the top of the world food chain, you still live a charmed life. So my petty complaints and yours are shit. The other day a friend of mine sent me a few vids about emo kids from google video. I see emo kids all the time in various cities. Anyway, I know they wallow in some kind of pit of despair, at least according to my limited understanding of the culture. Anyway, one of the vids he sent me had this girl, emo girl, sitting in a closet wearing all black with the typical emo haircut and obligatory sad pout. She had a bunch of candles on a shelf and she read a poem, I think it was called "Step into a World", it included lines like "Step into a world where everything you thought you loved becomes everything you hate", touching really, and after every line she blew out a candle, so that when she was done she was sitting in darkness. Obviously her life isn't everything she hoped it would be. He also sent me a link to a myspace profile where another sad emo kid had commited suicide and posted his intention online, then actually did the deed. Sad stuff, but when you think about, no, not really. There is possibly some kid in Jenin, who after seeing his father beheaded, his mom and sisters raped, and himself badly burned by white phospurous, and crawling across the dirt floor of their corrugated steel dwelling (which I doubt has air conditioning), in clothes that were washed in the same water used to relieve themselves, finally makes his way to the door of the dwelling and stumbles outside, only to be fired upon by foreign soldiers. If that kid does exist, and there is a good chance he does, then I'll bet sitting in a air-conditioned closet full of clothes, with all extremities intact , on a carpeted floor, reading poetry and blowing out candles sounds like heaven on earth to him. Heaven on friggin' earth. But so many people are sooooo sad, soooo disturbed, oh daddy didn't pay attention, my girlfriend left me, boo hoo, life didn't turn out like I planned. SHUT UP! Go outside, look up at the sky, feel the sun, breath in the air, be thankful for your comfort, undeserved as it may be, give thanks for your glorious life, get on your cell phone, order a pizza, turn on the TV, pig out, fall asleep covered in bits of food in your lazy-boy while people across the world starve, that night, go to strip club, and let another lucky bastard ride your lap, just don't complain to loud or too long, and if you wanna give it away, then give it away, if you wanna throw it away, throw it away, just don't forget to let us know on myspace, and don't forget to put all your wonderful crap on ebay.
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