01 December 2010

One Syllable, One Million Implications

It irritates me when people are against love. "It's something handed down to us. It's magic." Yeah, yeah. I'd jump in front of a train for you, I'd do anything for you. Of course you will. You love me because you're my mother. Or my father. 

It's those significant others you have to watch out for. For us youngsters, society leads us to believe that love is an integral part of life. It's simply "magnificent" and who wouldn't want someone to stay awake with them and to cuddle with, and stare at? It's just that teenagers are incapable of realizing that love at this time is better focused toward family, and themselves. Loving yourself is the first step to loving others, is it not? When people say they "don't believe in love," it's understandable, yet are they heartless idiots with no family? Or no sense of self pride? They "love" what society wants them to love. I personally have not experienced a sort of love one gives to a significant other, but I don't go bashing around others who might be falling into its obvious, inevitable trap. Being well-rounded and accepting of others' characteristics comes with doing just that: accepting. Seeing that people are all different, and, quelle surprise! So are you.

The media is good for one thing: brainwashing the younger generations toward a common goal. Sure, that's youth, is it not? But when adolescence passes by and adult responsibilities come with time, where is this poor child headed? What does he need to see the light? I say indie music should rule the world. And Doc Martens. Until, sadly enough, those become unoriginal, and then society is back to square one. 

Human influence: 1. 
Human intelligence: 0.

Whoops.