1) Competition. Consequently, “No true Scotsman.”
E.G., “Those other people aren’t really [insert something here]. They’re faking/have no reason/lying/trying to be cool/trying to get attention. I’m a true [insert something here]. Those people give us a bad name.”
2) Physical appeal. It’s a damn quirk of genetics. Get over it. Who a person is counts for so much more than how a person looks; what you see is often not in alignment with the person beneath the veneer.
3) Consumerism. So fucking what? You have a huge-ass plasma T.V., central air, a brand-spanking new SUV with plush leather seats and XM radio? Why the hell should what you own impress me, when the reality those things represent is so disturbingly empty and devoid of any humanity? Give me some fucking substance here, please. I don’t give a shit about your expensive diamond ring; do you know where it came from, who made it, how it was made, how it was mined, how it was transported to the store where you bought it, and how little the employees at that store got paid to peddle it to you? None of this shit matters. When you die, it goes to the dump because in five years, it’ll all be worthless. Except the diamond ring, which will likely accrue value over time and pay for the porn habit your kids will likely pick up while you’re at work, thanks to the big-screen TV you bought and the smart-phones you provide them with. It’s all a distraction that serves no other purpose than to isolate everyone and render everyone into a product-induced coma that lasts a lifetime, generally.
4) The concept of progress for progress’ sake. Progress to where, from where, and why? Don’t give me ambiguous platitudes about quality of life, or social mobility. It’s a fucking prison and I’m locked inside it. I don’t want progress unless it’s progress away from this deranged society and it’s deranged denizens. Progress, to me, would be social justice and reducing the distance from the top and the bottom of the ladder for as many people as possible. Striking out all of the unnecessary clutter that eats away at time like moths in a coat closet. It’s sickening how much time people are forced to waste just so they can have a roof over their heads. You work your ass off just so you can come home and be too goddamn tired to do anything but rest, and wait until you have to work your ass off again at a later time. Standing in lines, filling out paperwork, waiting on people to process the paperwork you filled out, being diverted elsewhere because the paperwork was filled out improperly and needs a triplicate signature for it to be valid… It’s madness. Life in today’s world is nothing but a never-ending barrage of numbing, maddening, nonsense.
5) Adulthood. Fuck this. I want a damn treehouse. I don’t care what the neighbors think. Bitches can go hang out at the bar; I’m going to hang in my badass tree fort and shoot spitballs at their windows. Fuckers.
The end.
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Great, no, brilliant rant. Love it.
It’s all about ego in this world, and yeah, it’s disgusting. I guess human beings are just so frightened at the idea to just exist as they are, be a real genuine person, and not worry about the rest. I guess it’s too scary to think about life and why we are here so it’s easier to constantly distract yourself with work, cars, clothes, progress, competition, etc.
orangish,
I REALLY LIKE YOUR RANT! It’s so……… true, I hate what the standard has become and it’s just getting worse, I feel sorry for youngsters in a world that evolving into slavery, it’s going to get worse all the things you mentioned TV’S-and such there conditioning people to become slaves for things and later people will do it for nothing, you don’t need to travel, you need a TV, you don’t need a car, you need to get to work and produce! A lot too! Get to old then it’s time to retire which means put you to sleep, we don’t need UN productive people in our perfect world, leeching off the system! Besides it’s more human to get rid of them then having them on SP or something. I’m just trying to add to your rant
Man. This resonates with me.
Not gonna lie. I like fun stuff and nice things. But I cant have it. Had it once but my ex took it away.
So what.
I cant take it with me but I sure as shit liked it for a short time.
I cant even get a job and went back to school for a second cert which is useless. The school got my money and I went without food.
I cant retire except to drop the fuck dead now. No one likes broke people. No one wants to be around them or care because they may have to step up to the plate and pretend they are helping while they are really waiting for the spotlight to shine on them and reflect their grandiosity. Like christmas – the only time you see shit in the news or on tv about people helping is one occasion. And they vanish. And the person they gave a can of fucking beans to is still hungry.
America needs jobs. We need to fire the HR depts who skip over resumes and put them on the other side of the desk – hungry, alone – sick – but work ready….and reject them.
The worst slap into reality for these fuckers is a dose of ours – for them to live in our skin for a change.
Everyone has it good and judges when they are high on the hog and lack true understanding. Mother theresa was ONE of a kind. ONE.
You had me at treehouse.
Orangish, made me laugh with “fuck this I want tree house” and I would update that to a tree fortress with bridges to other tree houses.
As for #4 progress for progress, I think I’m design to think if I don’t do things that show my worth.. then I’m worthless. I think we all have a different drive, and at times I would love to say “fuck it all” but if people with a lot of responsibility just stop progressing then a lot of what we have today would not exist. – i want to say more.. but my head bothers me.. hard to think. but I feel I know where you coming from.
“5) Adulthood. Fuck this. I want a damn treehouse. I don’t care what the neighbors think. Bitches can go hang out at the bar; I’m going to hang in my badass tree fort and shoot spitballs at their windows. Fuckers.”
That was my favorite part, orangish, hahaha. I want to be a kid again too. Life isn’t so complicated when you’re a kid. You get to be blissfully unaware of all of the shit in the world. It’s magical. I agree with your entire rant. I’d give it a standing O if I weren’t glued to my HP Notebook and leather desk chair. 😉
Nobody ever stops being a kid, some just forget how to do it right. Anyone who doesn’t revert to an eight-year-old mindset when approaching a zoo, or a pet shop, is not adequately humanish, in my opinion. 😛
@orangish, What’s up.
You don’t have to worry about that ^. this is, planet 8 year old.
more like 5 … =q …. or maybe even 1, or not even yet…….
i gota fucken go, im a bitter max.