I don’t understand some people. I always imagined hitting an age where the world’s problems and all my personal indignations and insecurities would disappear and I would be a free individual capable of anything my heart desired.
HOWEVER, the more interact with so called “adults” the less I see of a complete individual. I see stressed out, delusional, emotional meat sacks. I see people trying desperately to cling to every speck of space they can claim. I can’t imagine seeing the world with such a narrow scope, not able to see the road ahead, reacting, with heated intensity, to the slightest stimuli. I can’t imagine a world that chaotic and temperamental. But I see it everyday, I walk amongst the people dashing, plotting, conniving, visioning and cahooting to get somewhere; as if to pause and reflect would cause the sky to fall. The world has more meaning than that trivial shit that inconvenienced today; they need to realize they are nothing but a blip on a line of blips, being pushed to a cliff by a mound of other blips trying to get the edge of a cliff.
As I write this I feel enraged, to a point, where I am perplexed at the actions and reactions of people who I am supposed to regard with respect. I respect the person but I loathe the reactions, the whining, the indignant blathering of scared and weak minded arrogant children who writhe and revile in their ugly christmas sweaters thinking ugly things about the world around them. I think I should buy a christmas sweater soon.
Ultimately I am disheartened to think that those above me , those who have aged beyond my year, are easier to rattle than a new born child who has no understanding of this world.
I am grateful though, for their charismatic threats on my sovereignty, as it is through standing my ground through blunt force that proves the strengths I have. As with anything valuable, it must be proven through weathered conditions; as a testament to what is true and just.