this place is filled with throngs of the self-impressed. family money, stunning good looks, a stellar record of having fucked a few worth fucking, a social or academic standing of assumed prominence. where do you fall?
but fuck all that. at least those people have got it made.
the most disgusting of all are the wannabe-indies, the self-proclaimed "differents", "better-thans", "i'm-so-fucking-deep-i-could-drown-you-with-not-so-clever-words". so these people have nothing, or they could've had something, but they sit around studying what they do not have and convince themselves it's shallow. from there they derive some pleasure that they somehow are lucky they haven't got any of that, that they escaped the curse that is mass conformism. immediately after they launch themselves into what they believe their lifestyle should be- the slew of books, movies, music any pretentious poseur should've read, seen, listened to. they are unfuckingconventional.
their pathetic tries to impress only subtly mask the gripes they have about their own worthlessness, the fact that they Cannot fit in. they think they sound profound when the reality is they're saying what everyone around is smart enough to know doesn't need to be said.
SO WAKE UP ALREADY. YOUR PATHETIC WISDOM THAT YOU LEARNED THROUGH A GOOGLE SEARCH FOR CLARIFICATION DOESN'T FUCKING IMPRESS ME. and if those you keep around you are actually genuinely impressed, THAT'S WHERE YOU GOT LUCKY, PLEBEIAN.
