The Food Chain

Mood: queasy
Now Playing: crawl, veltpunch

I feel like the world is catching up to me today. The internet is a big place, and people are starting to like what i like, people are starting to visit the places i visit.

I don't think i like this at all. I feel so... sullied. Especially when people i don't even know ask me if i know what this means. Bitch.

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People need someone else below them, so they can vent out everything: bad grades, household chores, problems in the family."when you're miserable, you need to make someone even more miserable than yourself", says this character i know. Abyssus abyssum invocat.

And all this hate? All this misery? It just spirals down on that poor son of a bitch you vented everything out to. Each and every misfortune that happens to the people around them, they take upon themselves to carry, like crosses. They're roaches: people step on them to feel good. They're pests. They're insects. That's all they'll ever be in the eyes of many.

I guess this is why i sometimes find people disgusting. We cry when somebody achieves more than us. We dislike it when we are ridiculed. We turn to anger when things don't go our way. How can you expect me to like this kind of species? At the end of the day, we still need that someone who we'll look down upon. Isn't it enough that we hate so much?

Trust me. In any group setting, examine your surroundings. I bet you'll find one who's always made fun of.If you don't find one, look harder, it's there. You just don't see it. Remove that roach out, and there will be chaos: who else would take the blame? Or simple substitution: another roach will replace him.

Scientists called it the food chain. Psychologists called it defense mechanisms. As for the ones who are vented out upon? They call it hate.

Being human is overrated, i guess. Let's just be insects and get on with it.

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To the roaches of the world who rid it of it's filth: mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur, bitches. God knows your value.

Fury

Mood: infuriated
Now Playing: none

Your insensitivity amazes me. Yes, you do. And throw in your cheap sense of justice, too, you fucking asshole.

Out Of The Basket, Into The Fire

Mood: lazy
Now Playing: seasons, franco

I haven't posted as much stuff here as i should, so i'm just posting an update here to y'know, get my mind off things. I owe a lot of stories to this blog, and i swear i'll get around to writing them someday (specifically in the near future).

I guess i'm just posting here to put in this quote i remember from Jessica Zafra. I forgot the exact wording, but basically, she says that when she was a child, she used to play "chicken in the basket" with the other kids. This is, i think, one of the most accurate displays of life in a children's game ever: two people join hands to form a basket, and there is an "it" or a "chick" inside of these baskets. Unfortunately, there is also one "it" or a "chick" outside of them. At a given signal, all of the baskets are released, and the "chicks" inside them go out and go inside another basket. Ultimately, there would always be a chick left outside.

Anyway, Zafra shares her experience and her insight: it was traumatizing to be the perpetual chick outside of the baskets. And then she realized that maybe she was never made to be a chick inside the basket and she has been comfortably alien ever since.

I think this is a very inspirational story. Very inspirational indeed.

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Anyway, i just got over the 1st day of class, and it wasn't as horrible as i should be. Going home, i mulled over the same things, ate the same things, bought the same things.

I should add another detour, i think.

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