Hold back? What's the point. Afraid of offending someone? Never. Not anymore. Not If you stop caring. Once you stop, you're done. So fuck you. Why? Because you're wasting your time. So am I. What good are a few hundred words typed launching into the world? None. What good are you doing by reading them? None. Let me waste my own time, don't let me waste yours. You do enough of that without my help. Watching television? What sadistic irony. The development of household televisions brought such hope to a generation; they thought they could educate people inside their homes. Well they reached the people, but it's the opposite to education. Brainwashing? Too much credit. Garbage. It's like the penny disintegrating in the bottom of a glass of Coca-Cola, except that penny is your mind: rotting at the bottom of a jar full of shit. How else can you waste your time? Go buy something. Anything. Of your own free will? Hardly. Somebody, somewhere, sometime told you to buy that. And you did. Pathetic, aren't you? Aren't we? Who's in charge now? I'd say think, but we all know how much of our thoughts are really our own. Don't you? You think you do. But who told you to think that. Are you confused? Is the web spinning faster than the spider in the middle? Do you care? Should you. Should any of us? What is blissful ignorance; ignorant bliss. Nice isn't it. Or are you aware? Too ignorant to be aware? It's nice, isn't it. Wasting time? Open your mouth. That's a waste. But we all think we've got something important to say. Who decided what was important and what was benign? How did it develop? Who cares? Nobody. So fuck off.

Part of me doesn't even want to write this. I think because I don't know what to write. I've been putting off this entry for a while now, not from a total lack of things to say, but rather too many things to say about too many different things. There's been a less than ideal atmosphere surrounding this town, many of the people in it, and indeed much of the outside world as well. For fear of sounding once again like the absolute cynic I am deigned to be, I have busied myself with benign tasks ever avoiding the specific responsibliity of writing what I think.
But, no matter, I haven't ever seen a successful (or even existent) blog from somebody who was afraid to write in it.
Perhaps it would be easier to avoid specific matters and speak of the world in general, but then does that do any good in drawing attention to those matters we feel need attention?
So where am I?
How precariously is someone of my generation meant to balance between what is societally accepted and what is condemned? When should we scream for justice and when are we meant to keep our mouths shut? Is it when the elite deign it to be? Should we rant to them about Global Warming but still have hummers and limosines waiting for them afterward? How hypocritical is a society that emphasizes environmental preservation, yet is unwilling to forgo any of its comforts? If someone older, wiser and more powerful tells me to keep my mouth shut or risk losing it all, should I? I certainly hope not. I would like to think that we are not so influencible. That scare tactics, threats and fist shaking would do nothing save ignite a further passion for the cause; however I don't believe this is true. I don't think enough people even care in the first place. I don't think many are willing to continue any sort of fight for justice or equality, or even a cleaner living space if they are incapable of doing it from their own couch, or computer.
I suppose I am just tired of waiting. Tired of caring so passionately about too many things, yet always waiting for something to happen. Some sort of fight to ignite, people to stir, to realise the world is sliding from beneath their feet, that it won't always sit placidly, awaiting decisions. The world is taking flight, is going directions that will leave us, t.v remote in hand, squinting in the dust as we realise its suddenly too late to take up the fight we're always putting off until tomorrow.
Paix. Amour.