How fast we become slaves to our bodies. How addicted we become to things (yes THINGS) that make us feel good. Define "good." Please.
These things can be tricksters. Are we actually emotionally and spiritually connected to these superfluous indulgences that give us cheap thrills and make us jealous, violent fiends?… that make us constantly think about that one thing until we get that one thing again… That make us stay in bed long after we would normally just because some schlong likes it….that make us careless to our own ambition, and completely neglect mundane things… even though sometimes the mundane things are necessities or the things that truly matter. ....Even if it is just platonic, close talk. Do we really like what makes us do this? Like,... "LIKE" like ???
Personally, I used to think I had a similar problem… but apparently my body doesn’t matter as much as i thought. It’s the mind that truly screws you. Or rather… screws with you.
WATCH OUT: Curveball.
I love status quo. I love how suddenly things that were once uncool are “cool”. Irony is hilarious. Seriously. I want big glasses and high-rise pants. Plain t-shirts and cotton undies.
I love this. And I love how we no longer really like each other…(Us boys and girls, and boys and boys, and girls and girls). We like the IDEA of each other. We like shopping for each other. We like the trends we wear and the way we look next to each other. We’re slaves to our own voyeurism. We like a good eye-fuck, that’s what we like. Slaves. I don’t want to be a slave. But sometimes I wanna be... is that so wrong? ... Paradoxes all around and for everyone! I'll take mine in a fishbowl with some lime and salt please.
If you missed it… the tone of some of my thoughts is a bit cynical and I honestly apologize... I'm not criticizing status quo... for I am a part of it, and thus I am merely sorting out the many self-contradictory thoughts I have running around in my head.… Apparently i'm ugly when I'm cynical… but sometimes I think I innately yet purposely make myself ugly to fend off people from looking at me as an accessory. But accessories are fun... I want one of my own. I really do.
BUT why the HELL is American Apparel so expensive!!!!!!!!!!
These thrills, they ain't so cheap.
Hahha, I need to get out more and have myself a good eye-bang because I'm really not as much of a flaming "feminist" (quotations signaling the stereotype definition) as I sound sometimes...
And I guess I just need to let myself shop at pricey stores and charge it to the plastic, like the rest of my age demographic does. Maybe that would make me less cynical and more pleasant. Less of an 80 year old and more of a “20-something”.
Something.
Some THING!
There's a metaphor lost in all of that foreplay. Hopefully you can find it and make it scream.
xoLo.
If I could bring back one thing into popular demand: Duck boots… or the old Chevy Celebrity with wooden panel finish. Penny loafers! (ok, that's 3 things.)
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"cheap thrills" aren't always cheap. sometimes, they genuinely are the best experiences you can experience. maybe not all the time... probably most especially not when they first happen and you haven't had the wisdom of time and reflection to really connect your emotions to your thoughts regarding said thrills... a little dose of cynicism is healthy... a lot just doesn't make sense. and yes, sometimes you do have to give in a bit (i.e. charging one nice expensive thing) so that you can taste the fruits of desire (and then be cynical if you still want to). i don't get why american apparel is so expensive... but at least the clothing isn't made in a sweat shop and im willing to support that. i dont get why american apparel is seen as stylish when it's monotone and boring and fit for pretentious posers... but that's just me.
and im not too sure about your feminist comment. all the true fems i know have the most fun... and their thrills are most definitely not cheap but enlightened. in every way possible. yum, yum.
(my two cents).
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