Look, sometimes man
there are torches and crazy people
cause I’m a riot.
Other times tho
My friends hand me the fly swatter
cause you guessed it
I can be a buzzkill
It depends on what I’m doing
whether I’m a riot or a buzzkill
Well, eh
I was thinking that it depends on the people I’m with because different people do different things
BUT
no yeah that’s right
I’m realizing I’m just a riot and a buzzkill everywhere I go
so that’s cool
for anyone related to me who might be reading this, no it is not inspired by recent events mom
For further clarification, I have yet to find myself in a whorehouse
ah, the American ideal!
Here’s a question
If the two greatest things about traveling America are the terrain and the people,
and the people suck
so
here’s what I’m learning
If I’m uncomfortable with something,
it’s likely that I have fairly good reasons for feeling that way
However,
In matters of personality and soul,
*pushes up glasses*
the good and rational motives are buried beneath the facade of the ego’s memetic expression
the temptation to justify a stand that one takes (because of the belief that it is the correct stance) by explaining one’s reasoning and modifying one’s actions in such a way that their whole self falls into an easily comprehensible stereotype for all parties perceiving them
Perhaps it is a defense mechanism
If you encourage people to render you one-dimensional in their imaginations and impose their perception on you by trading individuality for a quantifiable “cultural thought movement” (..i dont know) that, by all appearances, shares your aims,
then perhaps those people will have a minimally phobic response to your disagreement or whatever it was you decided worthwhile
after all
conflict is enough for them to handle
let alone the unknown itself!
The unknown being original thought & rational expression, of course
One of the reasons I can be a riot & a buzzkill is because I’m a free soul around the people I trust
The privilege of being a fool without care
This is what friends are for
I don’t recommend sacrificing truth for acceptance by the way
I’ve been learning to think and speak
So, by all means, be original
You, and others, and the land
This land is your land
This land is my land