Hooligans.

Where to start, where to start…

Since every now and again I’ll get unbelievably frustrated by how people handle themselves these days, and I’ll inevitably post some long ranting bulletin on MySpace about how much it bothers me, I’ve decided to try and put some of those thoughts into a blog, so I can just refer to this when needed. Keep in mind, whenever I post the bulletins, I’m usually very angry, so I might not get the same effect in here, but I’ll try.

To be blunt, I find everybody to be incredibly selfish, and they refuse to realize everything that they have in front of them. Shame on you all! I’m always seeing and hearings kid constantly talking shit on themselves, their friends, and their family. I always read long drawn out rants about how much a kid hates their lives over the most petty shit imaginable, and most of the time it pisses me off. Can any of you grasp what that statement even means? You hate your life. Your fucking LIFE! Over what, a botched relationship? Or maybe your parents like to yell every now and again? Welcome to the thing I like to call ‘growing up’. Instead of hating your life, try and realize how beautiful it really is.Compared to the universe, you’re a speck, a tiny piece of dust, but yet you’re given the chance to live. You are able to see, to breath, to think, to walk, to touch, to smell, the list seriously goes on. Don’t you ever feel lucky? Lucky that you were born on a piece of rock that happens to be able to support life? Fucking right I am. Either I’m who I am, or a little shitbug in the middle of the woods, or I am non-existent.

I don’t know, that seemed kind of, trippy didn’t it? It was way to vague for my argument. But basically, I wish people would stop and count their blessings. I don’t care how cliche that sounds, because it never gets old. Regardless of what your stupid teenage head tells you, you have friends. You have people there for you at ALL times, please do not forget that. And no matter how many times your parents yell at you, they still love you. I remember one time, I read a bulletin where a girl talked about how much she hated her mom because she wouldn’t let her move out. HEY YOU! Maybe she isn’t letting you leave because she doesn’t want you to leave her, not because she hates you. She’s your mom, she loves you, she doesn’t want you to abandon her at your age. Realize this!

Now, I know a lot of people have some serious problems, everything affects everyone differently. But I just want people to realize how old they are, and how much time they have left on the earth. Do you ever feel like your week drags on? Imagine thousands and thousands more of them. You have so much time to make shit better, to make yourself happy. Don’t feel like one event is going to ruin your life forever, because it’s too early to tell. You always read stories where successful people in our world didn’t find their talent until they were around our age. You’re life, if anything, is just beginning.

I dare you to go up to any adult in your life, and ask them if they’ve ever dealt with some of the shit you deal with. Chances are, yes. Now ask them if they gave up – the answer should be so obvious.

Really people, just be happy with the shit you got now, if anything, accept it. Good and bad, accept it. You could wake up tomorrow and be two-million dollars richer, or find your friend dead on your couch. That anticipation alone is enough to keep me going.

I believe in all of you, I believe every human being has the potential to change everything, and I mean everything. I believe we all have an immense amount of good in our beings, and I believe that this good in all of us with make everything better. I just hope you all can find a way to believe too.

” Be grateful that you have a brain for thinking, And legs to take you places”

- Tsunami Bomb.

Keepin’ It Oldschool.

When i was little, I tried really hard to be some edgy angry writer person, sadly enough they only stayed on the Myspace bulletin board for a solid half hour, then got deleted. I don’t know, but when I read over them, they really don’t seem too bad to me (albeit they are angry-ish). I feel like posting one now. And don’t expect a quote at the end of this one. It’s a different kind of post, chyeah.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t think human beings have a purpose, at least not anymore. When our ancestors were placed here, all they need to do wass keep giant and primitive beasts in check, they needed to survive. Using their spears and loud, jumbled speach, they tamed and killed the only things they had to worry about on the earth. They were all unified in this one ordeal. Simple enough.

As time passed, we grew up. We grew aware of our surroundings, and quickly became aware of this “god” character. Soon after, we destroyed him. And soon after THAT everyone developed some self-supporting ideas on how shit works, and started to diverge onto their own paths. Everything had an opposite, everyone had their own ‘purpose’. The police fought the criminals, the doctors treated the addicts. They fought each other for what they believed was right, no common goal was alive in their minds. When you look at the Earths diversity, you see our lack of a common goal. If there was even such a thing, we would all be in the same boat, fighting the same monster. The combined powers of 2,000,000,000 happy faces would not only destroy it, but obliterate it. Replace it’s very memory with more and more smiles. But sadly enough, a ‘common goal’ does not exist, it may never exist. All we have is different meanings of happiness, and while they can be seen as o.k., they also fuel fires, they drive mankind apart. What is right and just for one person could be sick and unimaginable for the other. Selfishness is evident everywhere you turn, ignorance must be bliss. While some corporate hotshot is sitting upon his millions, his wife is off sucking some dudes dick, trying to find her meaning of happiness. It’s hard to see any type of fairness in these ordeals. I like to believe a common goal will never exist, I like the idea of an equilibrium much better. Let him sit upon his millions, but let his health rot to shit. Let her paw at love and affection through adultery, but one day find a fatal disease.

Can we just go back in time, please? Where the common goal was simple, just to make it through the day? Don’t get so worked up over petty shit, be grateful. Every now and again go outside, or lay down for a little. And as you think, kill a few demons. Kill these giant and primitive beats inside of you. We are nothing but the anxious children of cavemen. Reclaim our purpose, and be happy.”