Wake up to another day. Is it another day really ? All these days blend together in a backwards ambiguous way, like life narrated in the bland monotone voice that hides in dying imagination. You could say the days are like hermaphrodites, jumbled, confused , and an immediate regret come the morning.
Forgive me for sounding like the sea of self entitled teens that try to cram their every emotion into the minds of the unsuspecting public, using social networking like the corporate zombies that our greed driven economy feed on. But between Facebook, cell phones, and the huge multinational corporations that run our dying world, we are all becoming a mass devoid of individuality. Someone is always telling you how material goods will make you happy and take away the pain, every emotion or personal feeling is tweeted to who ever wants to see it, information moves so quickly people can know you before they do. What happened to the contingency of life ? Did it die at the hand of our over regulation of every facet of being human?
We as mankind try to put on this clever rouse that we are the pinnacle of intelligence, compassion, and thought; when in reality we are nothing more than chattering monkeys in colorful clothes. The basic animalistic traits that I see in my dog are present in me or any other person. We try to disguise it with fancy houses, nuclear family structures and huge corporate jobs designed to keep you obeying and our society flowing smoothly. But we all feel the urges that oppose this feign normality; we still feel the great desire to fuck, fight and rebel. How many teens have got into drunken brawls, how many happily married couples have cheated on one another, how many times have you sat alone with your thoughts and imagined doing something that opposes everything you've ever known?
Maybe the sluggish days could emerge from the fog if we all embraced this animal nature and at least questioned the forces that quarantine our day to day life, but I suppose that's not a likely outcome at this point, just me being naive.
