I don't consider myself to be a heartless person. I work. I pay my taxes. I help my friends out if they ask for it. I strive to do good things. I am moved by certain films or songs. I feel guilt, shame, sadness and grief. I get upset for a while when people I know die. I have all the characteristics of a "normal" human being. But woe betide I ever pass up the opportunity to leech off other people's suffering.
Long story short: there's been a shooting, somewhere. I refuse to look into it because I don't want to get dragged into the sob fest because, to be honest, I don't care. All I know is my Facebook has once again been bombarded with another tragedy from across the globe. Why does everyone get so upset by my nonchalant shrug every time I see these sorts of things being posted on social networking sites and the News as if it's never happened before?
Thanks for being an amazing teacher. Heartbroken. Seriously? You're heartbroken that a random girl you never knew has been shot dead? Newsflash: this sort of thing happens all around the world, all the time.
Before anyone starts pissing and moaning, I do not disagree that this is a tragedy. My problem is all you bleeding hearts who use these stories to validate your caring nature to your arrogant friends. You never knew this girl, so posting a status pretending you care is the most insulting thing you could do. If you were truly heartbroken, you'd do more than post a shitty comment about it. You'd go put flowers on her grave, or donate cash to their mourning families. All you care about is getting attention in the form of "likes" for being a loving and caring individual and I see right through your insincere bullshit.
Wake up people. The world is a big place. There are nearly 7 billion people on Earth. If just one headcase decided to massacre a bunch of children a year, guess what? That's a good statistic. The world is a fucking disgusting place, killing happens every single millisecond. If this only happened once a year then deaths by killing would be down by three million percent. None of it is acceptable. My point is that nobody gives a shit if it's a casualty of war, or a drunk driver, or a kid gunned down shooting at soldiers, or a random man of old age, or a cancer patient, or a multitude of other "tragedies" unless it makes you look good on your shitty Facebook account. To hell with the lot of you, and fuck you for judging me because I choose not to buy into your I SO SAD bullshit.
What is this new trend of wearing clothes from charity shops? It's not cool to wear clothes other people saw fit to get rid of. And on that note, stop wearing thick rimmed glasses when there's nothing wrong with your eyesight, because you look like a pretentious dipshit. It pisses me off how these trends suddenly appear out of nowhere and everyone jumps on the bandwagon as though it's suddenly unique and interesting. Don't you idiots see the contradiction in anything you do? If you all start wearing the same shit, that makes you less unique, and by extension: less interesting.
This is a typical picture of a girl stuck in the limbo phase of fashion trends. She looks normal, and has stuck to some classic attire for a night on the town. A medium sized skirt, under-top and a girly jacket thing. Generally no alarm bells are ringing on the dipshit scale yet (other than the stupid pose).
Same girl, a few more weeks after lame trend sets in. Notice how the top half of her body doesn't seem too bad, but underneath we can see the early signs of a pretentious shithead setting in. The socks have the combination of being ugly, puke colored and a patchy, uncomfortable design. And what the hell is she wearing on her feet? Looks like battered plimsolls covered in shit.
The girl I've chosen for my example here is real. Her name is Cheryl, and she used to be my friend. After I saw this picture I promptly deleted her from my phone and slapped myself for ever knowing her. If there was a civilization that stood for personal pride, this picture would be the disease that wiped them out. Almost everything she's wearing screams for attention. The fluorescent hair, the shitty bronze jewellery, the tights that look like a burgundy colored carpet from the 80's. And this bitch didn't smoke before either.
Don't get me wrong, I chose this girl for a reason. I chose her because underneath all the peripherals she's not ugly, she's actually quite pretty. But she's an asshole. She's an asshole because she buys into all this crap, and thus has the personality of a brick. I refuse to waste anymore time on posers that blindly follow trends into oblivion from now on. Get an identity that doesn't involve mimicking others, or get eaten. Sheep mimic each other and they get eaten, because they're stupid. Don't make the same mistake.
And on that note, stop using the phrase "don't look at them if you don't like them." That's a ridiculous thing to say. I could say the same thing about this sentence. What the hell does that even prove? That you got someone's attention? So you're an attention seeker? Fuck off.
Can't anything be serious anymore? Why does everything have to revolve around being childish and surreal to be entertaining? Nobody is impressed by over the top bullshit. It's old. Films like the Inbetweeners, Hangover and The Watch: it's all been done before. The "comedy" is focused on who can be involved in the most outrageous scenarios despite the fact they would never happen in the real world. The thing is, this belief that all material must be over the top is short changing real comedy. Films can be serious and still be funny (Lord of the Rings, anyone?).
I don't watch films anymore. I think I've watched two this year and they both sucked. Wrath of the Titans, the unwanted sequel to a film nobody cared about, directed by the same person who made the abysmal Battle for Los Angeles (the film where the cameraman couldn't hold his equipment still long enough for people to realise the actors were just running through the same square acre of scenary for the last two hours before falling asleep in their seats). With Sam Worthington, the man with the most stoic repetoire of facial expressions in Hollywood, ranging from mild indifference:
To intense rage:
The other coma-inducing waste of two hours being the latest Batman movie, which lets face it is never going to be the same without Heath Ledger, who sadly passed away after killing himself presumably from a premonition about being cast in this trainwreck of film directing. Another two and a half hours of watching Christian Bale fumble through a tediously predictable plot to a tediously predictable ending (Batman wins, who'd have thought it?).
I stopped watching TV a few years ago. Whenever I forget why, I like to remind myself with a quick check and it's still the same old crap. Auction shows, Deal or no Deal (watching people pick random numbers for an hour), X Factor (slowly crippling the music industry) and various soaps with miserable actors living on the same street for fifty years, where someone dies, cheats or gets pregnant almost every week.
Are people really that unhappy that they need to watch shit like Eastenders to be entertained? I watched that show once. It had someone called Phil looking miserable in a bar with a bunch of other miserable people. Then one of them said "mum's picking Ben up later." YAWN. Turn this shit off.
