#musing
memories of …
memories of . . .
I wasn’t going to write you anymore love songs,
but I know I do still;
I wasn’t going to sing to you no more
But nibble on my earlobe
then tickle my ribs
and you know I will melt for you.
I’m tired, weary and strained
from losing you day after day
this heart needs a home
I wish it was you,
yes, it should have been you.
You say I don’t talk too much
you mentioned that I’d rather play…
A zombie office worker with a novelty coffee mug that says “Number One Dead”.
I wish I could express properly how much I hate a type of person or type of attitude that seems to be way more common currently…
So sarcastic and snarky, mocking and rude, hopeless and shameless, and tired. Full of sell-outs and too-cools and the bored and the bitter. Emotionless and shallow and empty. Everything is ironic, fake, or inflated.
It’s all so childish in the worst ways. Make teams, score points, be ruthless. A moral compass and caring is weakness to be made fun of. Being authentic is lame, being genuine is sad, liking something is pathetic. Pretend you don’t care, pretend it doesn’t hurt, pretend you’re above it all. Draw your enemies as ugly and stupid and surround yourself with the same sort of snickering immature people. Shout louder and meaner. Empathy will get you nowhere. No forgiveness, no tolerance, and your acceptance lies on a knife’s edge.
Can we admit we feel? Can we please just let ourselves have emotions other than scorn and self-superiority? Can we be vulnerable and unironic? Can we stop tearing each other apart for entertainment? Please.
I miss movements with messages. I miss culture, new ideas, exploration and excitement. I miss solidarity and compassion. I miss when people were ashamed to be mean or lie or stir up shit. I miss when we didn’t give bullies a platform.
Just
Be nice.
Be you.
You can’t beat them because they don’t care, but *why* WHY would you ever want to be them?