unproductive, wasted, lost...that how i'm feeling.
like a piece of furniture... but without any basic purpose
there are two sorts of people- one sort that is happy without purpose and the other set that is happy without purpose.
they sound the same but the intricate meaning is different.
i like to be happy...its a feeling that comes easy to me.
but i don't like to be happy when i'm of no obvious cause or help.
when i'm not doing any work at my work place...just sitting, whiling away time...
there are a million other things that i could be doing someplace else...some other way.
but the norm says that this is where i should be.
how long does this continue?
for how long will i have to conform to norms that do not appeal to me in any sense?
for how long do you live for others and the rules set by them?
when do you get the authority to do things your way?
we listen to the rantings of someone whom we consider an idiot behind his back...why are we doing that.
our lives are in such a desperate state that you have to listen to an idiot?
how much of an idiot does that make you?
fakery is a serious offense,
we all need to be booked and be doing jail time.
utter fakery is what we're good at.
smiling when not wanting to, nodding when at total disagreement,
grinning when someone's standing on your toes.
utter bullshit i say... but then, certain facts tell us that to live in this messed up society u need to be messed up too.
i don't know when i'm goin to understand that, or when im goin to understand it...
i guess im so mad that im going to blurt all of it at the same time and not make any wicked sense... god save me!
