I wonder if anybody still listens to portishead.
I do.
Such a long response ... I am happy and yet depressed at the same time.
Where am I? Who am I?
What makes me the way I am?
Why do I ask pointless questions? Why can't I just be happy with where I am?
I know the answer to them all... So why not answer them.
Not like anyone will read/care/protest.
I am in a stage of unknowing occupancy. I am here, and here, and there, and gone, and missing. I am in everyone's mind.. asking them to end existence. Pleading for them to bring change or death.
I am some sort of stranger. I am known, but only to a certain extent. Soon, very few people... if only one, will be true in saying they know my tendencies.
They know my obscure facts of self concept.
Then again.. none of us know ourselves. We don't know how we would react becuase we haven't been pressed with the choice yet.
What makes me the way I am? Being cheated on. Not feeling like I deserve to live, but living anyway. Feeling superior while convincing myself I am inferior. High to low. Low to high. Seeking positive reinforcement. A mirror to bounce compliments off of. A smile to love, a laugh to love. A gigantic gaping hole where these things once were.
Why do I ask so many pointless questions? Because the point is both subjective and objective, and whatever it is to you may not be important or true if the objective is ignored.
Why can't I just be happy with where I am?
I am not locked in grooves of routine. I am locked in inconsequentiality. I'm not gone yet. But I'm not fully here.
A session of getting to know you, a-la Kel.
I read your entry that no one responded to. A few times.
Thought I had responded... but apparently closed the window without posting it. Or something.
But whatever remorse I had for you, for posting and having no responders when normally you have 14; it was only because I know I have posted for days on end with no one saying anything. Probably not even reading it.
I am already off to college. It's the equivalent of being on my own and not having to deal with parental shit.
(You're older than me, remember)
I pay for things by working... lol. I work in construction... but am applying to McDonalds. Despite how "not good" it is for you... everything is that way.
The SuperSize movie could have been made about Taco Bell, Wendy's (sorry), anywhere.
You eat fast food for 30 days straight 3 times a day and find out what it does to you.
Seriously. I think he just chose McDonalds because people just go there and eat and don't think about what they are putting in their bodies.
Random movie rant.
As for the US being self-centered. It is not only our media policy, but our foreign policy. We control this half of the hemisphere, and everything that happens everywhere else... you people are on your own.
It makes sense to have such a foreign policy, but when you get a Bush in office that tries to alienate some of our Western allies... you see that eventually it could be that we are all on our own.
It's not that people don't care about what's going on everywhere else. It's that we have problems within our country to the degree that many feel we would be overbearen to take them into consideration.
One example: a gang war. These people have to fight to survive, much less care about politics or economic stability. Or where New Zealand is.
I think the US still bases it's opinion of being the best on our roots, rather than the current picture of the world.
I think if we would look to other countries as examples rather than as "foreign ways of life" .. we could learn a lot.
My rent is 700$ a month. So like 350 each.