Saturday, September 19, 2009

Irony isnt' it, the title. How can fecal matter, filled with e.coli and all undigested fibres, bacteria and basically everything you don't want and need be valuable? Here's how it is, value is relative. It's "intangible" in a sense, and basically like most other things is only there because you place it there. Regardless, let's go into details, and break this shit down.

In a school or college of thousands, no doubt you'll have a variety and diversity of different creatures, and in a certain way, most of them, though with different physical emblems and features, more or less behave in the same pattern expected of them. Then, you'll have the bad-ass. The kid which is so much of an anomaly that he/she shouldnt' be allowed existence rights in there. And theoretically, that kid should be of the least value, after all everyone's striving to live up to society's rigid standards on "who's who". That, realistically, isn't the case. By the end of the term, it'll be blatant who's laying 80% of the hens while who's at home jerking off to japanese hentai. (octopus, joel?)

You see, subconsciously, our minds place superior value to that kid, because in a way he/she possesses traits we would like to have, and the fact that he/she's his/her own man. You wont' find another person like them, much like there wouldnt be a Dillinger MKII. And none of their behaviors fall under any range known to normal, grass-eating folks. We place value on things which we want, things which others want, and things we know are few.

So, if ever you get the idea that, you are worthless and a vile cumstain on the sofa which managed to find it's way into the canal of hope, giving birth to an alien form, stop. Because like dinosaur dump, which is worth quite a bit right now actually, you are valuable, a nimbus of riches and gold if you allow yourself to. Because really, your life revolves around obsession about what others think about you. When you’re 18, you worry about what everybody is thinking of you. When you’re 40 you learn not to worry what others think. When you’re 60 you recognize that nobody’s been thinking about you at all. They’re worrying about themselves. So break the pattern, stop wasting time.


Never, let your value be anchored to others' shifty sands, instead anchor it to the core, yourself. Stop behaving what others want you to do, stop thinking what the society wants you to think. Heck, fuck Fight Club too. Sure, "You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else." And that's only because you let yourself be dictated to be. So stop fucking around, because by the time you get the epiphany that I have, you'd be 65.


Waiting for some black text? Sly diggers. LFRN, ma cherie.





That's all folks

Good Night.
SiYuan at 6:14 PM