We're all leeches. Deep down you know it, I know it, fuck it, everybody knows it. Very few care to admit it, and the ones that do are either completely insane, or generally perceived as so. Little animals clinging to the big mainstream and sucking all the life out of it to feed ourselves. And there's nothing wrong with that I supposed, with a the exception of one thing: Those who don't admit it, cover it with lies in a desperate attempt to forget it. Considering the entire general populace does this, our society is based entirely on lies, you lie about what you hate, so you don't have to listen to others defend it. You lie about what's inside you, who you really are, because society has taught us to be ashamed of it. Governments were specifically designed to be the bigger animal, to be the host, the mainstream for all of us to feed off of. Yet, we insist that we don't, we create menial tasks and pathetic goals to strive for, just so others can feel inferior to our superior selves. A constant feeding race on who can be the bigger predator, won who can consume who, cycle of life or whatever. We apply it only y to species' when it applies in our own social constructs as well.
Always under the false God-like illusion that we can climb this tremendous ladder of power to dominate the top, screaming of our own bravado so loudly that we can't hear the next valiant one arrive from below and know you off.
It's not like this knowledge ends with a conclusion, a final way of avoiding all this so you can be a better person, if I fucking knew how to do that I'd be at the top of the ladder kicking in the heads of all attempting to climb it. There is not secret path to being a better person, there is not even a better person to be, only striving to be truthful. My life's concealed in the same lies, though a little less thickly than most, I have vices. Constantly pumping middle America morals into my life, it's Friday night so all teens have to go out and randomly woo at people. Every wife has to almost literally bounce and around in a state of perpetual perkiness. Every man has to watch football and crush cans against their head. Every house must be white, every rich man must be as well. A good ol' boy for president, a stereotypical bad guy for us all to hate. Only one problem, there's no bad guys anymore, we've all become them by slaughtering all. Leaving only ourselves to loathe and fight against so we turn the war inwards. Saying that we're creating a perfect nation, a better place to raise our children, as long as they fit our image. If not, well, we burn them, literally, if not metaphorically. Destroying ourselves from within because we can't ,just wouldn't dare, reach beyond the lies, outside a self built shell of half-truths, so maybe we can se ourselves how others see us. A nation of slackers that make our riches by ripping off others. Which again, if that was our self perceived image, I would be happy person, but we can't admit that, we'd lose our ego, we'd just be another floating mass in a sea of people, we have to be the tall one, the proud one. Personally, I'd rather be the sarcastic cynical slacker that rips everybody off and sits at the very bottom of the power ladder, spitefully kicking the ones that fall. That pretty much explains me, but it's Friday night now, man, I have to go woo at somebody to earn my cool points.
