"Just cause you're bigger than me, just cause you're smarter than me, just cause you drive a better car than me...
...does not mean, no way, no how, I am sucking you off for any amount of money."
So go the wise words of Gerard Way. I remembered these words while watching the dishes and listening to "Clean House" on the Style Network in the background. Boy, was that show ever pissing me off. I realized today that I have a deep hatred for "Clean House." Sure, they clean your house, give you nice new furniture and perfectly sterile and pristine living conditions. But at what cost though? I'm tired of watching people being forced to trade in things that have actual value to people--sentimental value, not just a big price tag--for furniture, empty space, and a new paint job. These people are all sell-outs. They get a clean house alright, but not a clean home. What better is a sparkly, shiny house than a nice hotel room? The answer: no better. I would rather live in chaotic clutter--my chaotic clutter, full of my stuff--than some stupid manufactured house. I would never, ever, ever even consider for the most brief period of time (I don't even know how small of fractions of seconds they can measure these days...nanoseconds are ten to the power minus 9...I think that's as small as they go) giving up any part of my various collections for a new set of living room furniture. I wouldn't sell myself, which is basically what these people are doing. They trade in portions of their lives for new things. It angers me that people make a job out of tearing up peoples lives and replacing it with new stuff. They aren't doing anyone a service. Well, I suppose they are, as long as people are willing to believe that they are really better off. Anyway, how this relates to that quote? Only very loosely, I suppose, but the general idea is that I can't stand when people sell out.
As it stands, today hasn't been the greatest day ever. I realized when I woke up (or rather was woken up) at 9:30 that it probably wasn't going to be a great day. Once Kool-Aid started streaming through the kitchen floor into the basement, on my head and the floor and lots of stuff down there, I had not a shadow of doubt in my mind. It seems that Mark decided he wanted something to drink, but unfortunately being only two years old he failed to realize that the contents of an entire pitcher of Kool-Aid would not fit within the confines of a small glass jelly cup. The excess Kool-Aid was received by the kitchen table, followed by the benches, followed by the floor, followed by the basement, and me, and Ned. I can't say I've experienced Kool-Aid raining on me before, because usually it just rains water. Suffice it to say, it's a terribly interesting experience. After that, the day was just kind of soured, especially since "Clean House" has been playing all day and adding to my general anger at humankind.
People are so stupid. The degree to which they will allow themselves to be strung along is so immensely frustrating. Is there no point at which they will suddenly wake up and say "Hey, what the crap?" and stop getting pushed around? I suppose not, because I guess a lot of people are content with the status quo; someone is in charge, so just do what they say because that way no one will have any trouble. Remember "Charlotte's Web?" People will believe anything they see in print. That's the sad truth of it. Why think if someone else can think for you? Why argue? Why bother questioning anything? It's easier to just accept everything. It's easier to just get pushed around. Naturally this leaves very few of us who don't like getting pushed around and who aren't content with the status quo. At the end of the day, there are only two possibilities: "everyone works, everyone fights," or we all just give up and take it. Right now, things are looking pretty grim. I wish people could just see the truth. Eventually I'll either win or lose, but I refuse to let things stay as they are. There is no status quo. "Let's shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end, we hear the call..."
Dangit, I want some chocolate. I really want some chocolate. I sure wish I had some right now. I sure wish I had chocolate and some sense of peace about life. Oh well, I guess one can't have anything.
The End
So go the wise words of Gerard Way. I remembered these words while watching the dishes and listening to "Clean House" on the Style Network in the background. Boy, was that show ever pissing me off. I realized today that I have a deep hatred for "Clean House." Sure, they clean your house, give you nice new furniture and perfectly sterile and pristine living conditions. But at what cost though? I'm tired of watching people being forced to trade in things that have actual value to people--sentimental value, not just a big price tag--for furniture, empty space, and a new paint job. These people are all sell-outs. They get a clean house alright, but not a clean home. What better is a sparkly, shiny house than a nice hotel room? The answer: no better. I would rather live in chaotic clutter--my chaotic clutter, full of my stuff--than some stupid manufactured house. I would never, ever, ever even consider for the most brief period of time (I don't even know how small of fractions of seconds they can measure these days...nanoseconds are ten to the power minus 9...I think that's as small as they go) giving up any part of my various collections for a new set of living room furniture. I wouldn't sell myself, which is basically what these people are doing. They trade in portions of their lives for new things. It angers me that people make a job out of tearing up peoples lives and replacing it with new stuff. They aren't doing anyone a service. Well, I suppose they are, as long as people are willing to believe that they are really better off. Anyway, how this relates to that quote? Only very loosely, I suppose, but the general idea is that I can't stand when people sell out.
As it stands, today hasn't been the greatest day ever. I realized when I woke up (or rather was woken up) at 9:30 that it probably wasn't going to be a great day. Once Kool-Aid started streaming through the kitchen floor into the basement, on my head and the floor and lots of stuff down there, I had not a shadow of doubt in my mind. It seems that Mark decided he wanted something to drink, but unfortunately being only two years old he failed to realize that the contents of an entire pitcher of Kool-Aid would not fit within the confines of a small glass jelly cup. The excess Kool-Aid was received by the kitchen table, followed by the benches, followed by the floor, followed by the basement, and me, and Ned. I can't say I've experienced Kool-Aid raining on me before, because usually it just rains water. Suffice it to say, it's a terribly interesting experience. After that, the day was just kind of soured, especially since "Clean House" has been playing all day and adding to my general anger at humankind.
People are so stupid. The degree to which they will allow themselves to be strung along is so immensely frustrating. Is there no point at which they will suddenly wake up and say "Hey, what the crap?" and stop getting pushed around? I suppose not, because I guess a lot of people are content with the status quo; someone is in charge, so just do what they say because that way no one will have any trouble. Remember "Charlotte's Web?" People will believe anything they see in print. That's the sad truth of it. Why think if someone else can think for you? Why argue? Why bother questioning anything? It's easier to just accept everything. It's easier to just get pushed around. Naturally this leaves very few of us who don't like getting pushed around and who aren't content with the status quo. At the end of the day, there are only two possibilities: "everyone works, everyone fights," or we all just give up and take it. Right now, things are looking pretty grim. I wish people could just see the truth. Eventually I'll either win or lose, but I refuse to let things stay as they are. There is no status quo. "Let's shout it loud and clear, defiant to the end, we hear the call..."
Dangit, I want some chocolate. I really want some chocolate. I sure wish I had some right now. I sure wish I had chocolate and some sense of peace about life. Oh well, I guess one can't have anything.
The End
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