The Nature of the Beast
*originally written 11/8/2002*
If our lives were taped and used for a TV show, it would be beyond anything that is on TV right now. It always has been like that, and i don't get it. The consistent presence of drama and fucked up shit has me starr-eyed from amazment, but the turth is that shit don't come from no where. Its in the core of all of us, the messed up way of thinking and acting that each and every single one of us seems to follow. But then again, some of this shit just happens for no reason or at best could be attributed to karma if you believe in that sort of thing. The truth is, we are all in this puddle of shit together and we all seem to be connected to each other through it. No wonder whenever one of us gets a chance to escape and distance him/herself from us they take it and run with their tail between their legs and almost never looking back.
Interestingly enough, it seems that everytime they do escape from our nice puddle of shit, they get themselves into a bigger and deeper puddle of shit with people they don't really know, only they don't know it yet. It takes time for the truth to rear its ugly head for them to see, and the horror that dawns on them from this revelation sends them straight into denial. No wonder i stick to my puddle of shit and never try to escape, for i know how to handle it now, even though it makes me a lil bit more cynical and apathethic everyday. I guess that's the nature of the beast called growing up!
If our lives were taped and used for a TV show, it would be beyond anything that is on TV right now. It always has been like that, and i don't get it. The consistent presence of drama and fucked up shit has me starr-eyed from amazment, but the turth is that shit don't come from no where. Its in the core of all of us, the messed up way of thinking and acting that each and every single one of us seems to follow. But then again, some of this shit just happens for no reason or at best could be attributed to karma if you believe in that sort of thing. The truth is, we are all in this puddle of shit together and we all seem to be connected to each other through it. No wonder whenever one of us gets a chance to escape and distance him/herself from us they take it and run with their tail between their legs and almost never looking back.
Interestingly enough, it seems that everytime they do escape from our nice puddle of shit, they get themselves into a bigger and deeper puddle of shit with people they don't really know, only they don't know it yet. It takes time for the truth to rear its ugly head for them to see, and the horror that dawns on them from this revelation sends them straight into denial. No wonder i stick to my puddle of shit and never try to escape, for i know how to handle it now, even though it makes me a lil bit more cynical and apathethic everyday. I guess that's the nature of the beast called growing up!
posted by The Sandmonkey at 5:14 AM
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