The Idiots I Hate...

So it’s been more than a year since I’ve even looked at this blog and the first thought I got was, “man my colour scheme is pretty cool!” I think in many ways, I’m still 16. At least a lot of my tastes seem to reflect that. But life sure isn’t as simple as it was back then. No, hold up, it wasn’t easy back then either. And I’m not saying I was underprivileged in any way. Mom and dad not only gave me everything I needed, they also never denied me anything I just wanted. But fortunate people still find reasons to bitch about. Its just human nature. We can’t stop complaining, even if we’re really happy. That’s one of two qualities common among every single person I’ve met. We complain and we hide. Not about and from everything of course. But on some level, we all wear masks and we all hate being vulnerable to each other. Yet, interestingly enough, I can never seem to rid myself of the desire to express and reveal what I really think. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been an observer and not much of a contributor. The continuous people pleaser, I’ve trained myself to be completely compatible with any kind of company. And I’ve always prided myself on my ability to gel so well with everyone and I’ve always thought that I enjoyed observing and/or discovering different kinds of people and psychologies but you know what? Some people are just idiots. An alarmingly large number of people are hopeless idiots. I don’t know what really is wrong or right in the larger scheme of things, but I do know that some people just haven’t been able to evolve much. Its certainly not a generation gap thing. A LOT of people out there are just unintelligent beings, somehow different on a fundamental level of existence. And they annoy the fuck out of me. They make me feel ashamed of belonging to the same biological species. And yes, dealing with idiots upon idiots has given me a new level of understanding on how people like Hitler could ever have existed. I don’t like these narrow minded people clinging to their phony perceptions and I don’t like them judging me.
The problem is, there are very few people who are truly free. Free from social propaganda, free from the fear of truth and knowledge, free from public norms, free from notions like who they are supposed to be. People who aren’t habitual followers are the rarest resource on this planet if you ask me. We’re supposed to be the smartest animals with the most developed brains yet we don’t think. Its ok for children to believe what their parents tell them because its for their own good. But how can you continue to be unaware even in your adult lives? Aren’t you guys freaking curious?! How can you sit back and believe what you’re told about any and everything? Why are you SO afraid of making mistakes? Mistakes are good! If you never made them, how would you ever truly learn? How would you ever adapt? What’s the point of stretching blissful ignorance as long as possible, feebly trying to curb change? What’s the point of restricting knowledge? What’s the point of fiercely believing something you have absolutely NO idea about? Honestly I have no issues with whatever you want to believe. Why should I care about people who have no issues fucking themselves over? If you want to be a follower all your life and want to subject yourself to what you think is an “easier lifestyle,” by all means go right ahead. Honestly, now that i've disected this further, it’s not the followers I despise; it’s the followers who like to assert their dominance. It’s the fools who don’t know anything but still try to act as if they are the personification of truth. It’s the uneducated ass wipes who love to propagate their bullshit beliefs and recruit more and more simpletons in their entourage just so they can feel good about themselves and their false knowledge base. The people who pretend to know it all. And what I find so amusing is the fact that if you’re one of those people, there’s a high probability that you don’t even know it. =P
I’m really not a hater. I’m very accommodating to all kinds of people and chances are, I’ll humour you even if I really dislike you. I believe no knowledge/learning is bad or useless. And even though I’d much rather prefer to learn from people I respect, I don’t discount the learning I get from observing those less blessed in intelligence. And if you’re looking for something to take away from this blog entry (besides the fact that I like to whine) try a little change. Open up your mind to a new experience. I promise you, you’ll never ever stop learning something more about yourself, if you just try. If you ever find yourself searching for fresh perspective, take a step back and try to see the situation from the other side of the looking glass. You know how its always so easy to figure other people’s problems out but never your own? Accept the fact that you’re not perfect and you’ll have your perspective. Its harder than it sounds but its possible and I wish you luck.

Cheers!

P.S. I hope this means i'm back. =P

3:48 a.m. and then some...

What do you do at 3:48 a.m. when you find yourself lying on your bed trying to sleep, but failing miserably to do so? How am i supposed to know what you do in such a situation?! I give up on trying to sleep and do something else instead till the sleep hits and since i am done catching up on Heroes and House, I am left with no alternative but to write out whatever is running through my head.
I maintained another blog under an alias at another blogger site and posted some of the more personal things I had to say and deal with in my life. But that kept growing into a major whine-fest along with a bunch of depressed and highly hormonal teenagers and I decided that my need to bitch and moan about my life had been fulfilled.
After three months of abandoning that place, the urge to bitch and moan has risen once again, I guess! But I figure I'm not exactly in need of hiding anymore. I mean, if I'm penning my thoughts down, what's the point of saying things I wouldn't say in the real world anyway? Wouldn't I be hiding from myself in a way? I don't know, but I do know that that question is hardly worthy enough to warrant a deeper philosophical investigation at the moment.
Topics I'll probably be writing about in the future will include (but are not limited to) guitars, gaming, college, my friends, girls, my life, and the occasional venting of the crap that i would have systematically let accumulate because of this god-awful habit of procrastination that i just can't seem to shake!
I remember being ecstatic when I started my previous blog and I don't feel the same. Just indifferent I think. My level of participation at this place will definitely be gauged upon my willingness in the future to write. I'm extremely impulsive, but I don't generally stick with a lot of things. So this post might get buried under a sea of the ones to follow, but it has an equal chance of being the lone fool in my arsenal.
Randomness has finally hung some weight on my eyes so here's looking at tomorrow. Cheers!