196 contacts in my phone.
1,026 friends on facebook
509 friends on myspace
16 followers on twitter
8 followers on blogspot. (Not including those who "sneak" follow me)
And I can't talk to any of them. I mean I could, but would they understand me? Would they judge me? Would they automactically stereotype me as a "problem child"?
Some say they don't judge and are open to except new things and ideas. But I know for a fact that's a lie. We do it unknowingly. We as people tend to stick to our "own kind" thus casting everyone else into their respective group. Some claim to be blind to societies standards and look at people for who they are but that again is impossible it's almost human instinct to want to be better than the next (wo)man. Constantly trying to one up someone even if it's our own selves. We must be the best. Good isn't ever good enough and better is even worse.
As much as I hope and pray for world peace I know it's damn near futile. A good friend of mine once said "there will never be world peace. Even if it's on man on earth, because it'll always be self-conflict" which made me think... what the fuck am I doing here?
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About Me
- Dino.
- I am a son of Anarchy born to deplete conventionality and the basis of a "normal" society and create a more peaceful place by riding the world of religion and greed.
1 comment:
Well, if it helps any, I think you, and your friend, are wrong. World peace is very much a possibility: a difficult one, but possible nonetheless.
Whether we like to admit it or not, we're all on some sort of common ground. We're all one species under the same genome (or however that goes. Biology was never my thing), and so we're born in unison.
People just...have put so much value on being better than others, instead of just being better, and its gotten pretty foul, but that's not to say we're stuck this way.
Hell, you just confessed it to yourself, but you confessed it as inevitable and inalterable. Nigga, change that shit in yourself, and see if it's not contagious.
Just...watch.
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