Simple musings of a controlled sociopath.

    I won't go into "oh I haven't written in a while" which is true but I have been into my schoolwork and haven't felt any pressing need to share my wits with people. Is it that people I come to meet nowadays simply lacks understanding to read anymore? Or are they far too deep in manners which are the most dreck filled ever? Like they only care for things that have no big value to others? Ah what do I know? I am not concerned with people dying or how much things are (I find the reactions to death and the hole people
dig themselves into when they buy what they can't afford amusing though)  Some things
never change.  Hey do you ever feel like you were born at the wrong time? The wrong
era? I know I do, back when people cared about stuff and yet at the same
time...actually didn't care. We have far too many choices today and each choice we make influences other choice and ultimately what opinions people form of us. And those opinions are what people seem to care so damn hard about...it's a very bad joke no one wants to admit too! Ask your neighbor what five things he can’t live without and he might say something like “Oh um air, water, food, books, clothes” basic stuff, because that is what they want everyone to know they need, but the one thing people rarely, if ever, say; even those who are straight shooters is “opinions”. People NEED opinions like they would think they need air, they want to know what other people are thinking about them if they are following the due course of what it means to be human in this time and place.  Caring if the car I’m driving is eco-friendly or if my banana is organic only matters if there is someone there to notice you buying that weak little car or that your fruit hadn’t been sprayed with things, and then getting their said opinion would be the air you needed to feel all gooey and warm inside. 

    Let’s paint a picture, suppose one night I got tired of how America gives far too much shit for one of those krazy kardashians and went looking for them, found them, and then killed them? Of course people would hate me for it, they would ask what kind of monster am I, why would I do such a thing, how could I? And waste nights and days crying and wondering and losing their minds over what they feel is a “brutal act”, but there will be others who would applaud my actions, how I set the ball rolling for people to break free of the grip these over saturated pseudo celebrities had on the masses.  So while one group would hate me and the other hails me as an (anti)hero the difference is that I don’t care either way. I would be amused of course and it’s important to be amused by the small things in life (and I realized I just referred to killing a few people as a small thing but such is true). In a few months they will be forgotten and society will move on, a little brighter, a little less concerned with the lives of feckless dipsomanics and even if I’m no longer able to interact with society as a sane man I know deep down I did the right thing that night. And nothing would change how I felt about that, if anything it’d give people something to think about rather than wondering if the Joker is a better villain than Mr. Freeze. People rarely use their minds and that is the biggest joke of all. They would execute  a madman that encourage society to think rather than to shake their head and tsk tsk tsk the fact that the average person is a bundle of badly tied bricks in terms of intelligence.  But then again if everyone had smarts what would become of those that are truly smart? Hahaha ah well,  It was all a pipe dream I guess, now if you excuse me, I have an address to go look up.
Mr. J

5/17/10

I'm sorry

I know I haven't written anything in a while, but it has to do with school really. But chin up! Soon I'll be back with more things to write about once I'm done for the summer.

Mr. J