Jaded


Ever wonder why things are seldom exciting or new anymore? A laugh is an alien thing, true excitiment and joy are rare and enthusiasm is hard to find. Why are we so jaded? Why are things so dull? Every day is the same old thing. When you wake up in the morning, theres always the hope that something interesting and new will take place, but it comes to no surprise when you go to sleep and have nothing new to think about and nothing accomplished. Sometimes i look at others and get jealous because they are laughing and joking around with their friends. Why the fuck are they so happy? Sure, most of them grew up without many problems, plenty of love and acceptance from friends and family, enough money and clothes to be happy and popular. These things are essential to being popular. A good percent of popularity is from self confidence, they have self worth because they have such a damn good life, but also because their shallow friends like them and accept them because they are "cool" ,their worth something to them. They dont have to give them anything or share because they already have everything. I wish everyone knew, and they should be the unpopular ones if they dont, that these things dont matter. Fuck, their not even supposed to be the things that make us happy. Isn't happiness supposed to come from the inside? So why are so many people so content with their lives and the way things are? Why dont they go into deep bouts of depression when they realize their lives are retarded? Why dont they realize their lives are retarded? Why arent their lives retarded? What makes them so rediculously happy? And what is the meaning of life if i dont even know how to laugh any more? We're always looking for something new, a new high, a new state of mind. Not necessarily drugs, but something new to think about or talk about. Why can't i just sit back and enjoy what the day brings? Why can't i just sit back and enjoy the sunny day? Well, i can't explain this last thought, i dont know. Thats a personality flaw on my part, i think. But i think i know why nothing seems interesting anymore. Why everything is losing it's color, turning gray. When we were young, we wanted all the freedom in the world. And cried when our parents wouldn't give it to us, or let us do whatever we wanted to do.

Pretty soon, most of us tried drinking, smoking and smoking up, and we wanted to do it all the time. It was different and new. Tell, me wasnt drinking funner when you first started? Pot seemed so cool and amazing and new. Music, think about music. when i first started to get obsessed with music i was 13 and it was, and still is, everything to me. I couldnt get enough of this new thing i had discovered. Because it was all new, i was constantly learning new stuff about music and the lifestyle it presented. It became me. Now that music is everything, i dont have anything else. In a way that sucks because i missed out on some of the other things in life. not just since i was 13, but my whole life. I was constantly going against the flow. I hated sports, and loved nature. I spent all my time outside or at the library. I heard the other kids laughing and carrying on, playing their stupid games and i hated them. they all had nice clothes. New shoes. Cool hair and listened to different music than me. I liked country music. I began to hate everything and became hateful to all my peers (enemies). i do the same thing now. I hate you and i hate your life and everything that makes everything the way it is. Sometimes i wonder what life would be like if my dad had played catch with me in the back yard. If my parents bought me all the nicest clothes, if they let me watch cartoons and let me go to movies and dances, if i was allowed to have a girlfriend, or go to birthday parties of non-christian friends. If i had followed my parents lead and grew up a christian. I enjoy being the black sheep. I enjoy being miserable. And i enjoy seeing others happy, because i enjoy the hate i feel for them. Ok, anyways, i've gone way off topic.

To be "happy" we have to be constantly learning. And to be constantly learning, we need moderation to enjoy those things we love. The dreaded d-word...disipline. Why didnt our parents let us do everything we wanted when we were kids? Because we'd have nothing to do now. We'd be sick of life and probably dead. Im not saying our parents are wise enough to see this, but through the generations, people have learned from human nature. When we got old enough, to make our own choices and in that journey of overindulgance and overloading of pleasure and wanting it all at once,we got sick of it, or at least tiredly familiar with it, and now spend our days trying to find a new high or at least trying to relive the happiness and excitement we once felt. I'd much rather be a child again, discovering new things, new joys, new friends. The days were so much brighter then.

Why are we so jaded? Because we've left nothing to be discovered. We broke our limits, our barriers, and now i see why they were there. ive fast, die young. We wanted it all and we got it. Is it all so glorious? No. I now understand why Kurt Cobain killed himself Because he grew up like us. He got everything he hoped for, and found out his life had been lived. It was pointless to go on. He acheived all his goals too soon and had nothing left to live for. Whats scary is the fact that we are all in this quicksand (well some of us), this quest for "life".

Do we really know what life is? Are we rebelling against the things that really matter in our lives? Are we really that selfish? Can't we have some moderation? Inner peace won't come from the outside, no matter how much you love or hate something it wont make you feel better. When all this dies in your mind, what then? This barrage of useless shit is killing our feelings making us numb. We are numb to pain. We have taught ourselves that pain is normal. That rejection is normal. Maybe it is, maybe this world is as cruel as it seems. But maybe we brought it on ourselves. I'm not putting a big heavy on you, i'm not even dissing this culture we've created, i'm just saying to keep it real and im just questioning the real meaning of life. And why happiness is so temporary. Everyday is getting dimmer. All i want to know is when will the light finally burn out?

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