“Whenever you see darkness…

…there is extraordinary opportunity for the light to burn brighter.”

I hate summer.  The long days and seemingly endless nights, the massive quantites of free time, the sleep.  The aimless people wandering around, lost in the midst of the sunny days and warm weather.  The sun itself is a point of acute irritation, it never seems to go away. 

“No one knows what I believe.”

Is optimism a bad thing, now?  I try not to follow fashions.  I know it’s very trendy to be depressed, now.  Or to be otherwise mentally unwell.  The sentiment is expressed quite clearly in the song, “Freak” by Silverchair…”Let’s all be different, get a different disease, seems it’s in fashion to need the cold sore cream.” 

So many kids are obsessed with themselves.  The drama of their lives overwhelms them, I think.  So much of the drama is simply manufactured nonsense, that they created to make their boring, white middle-class lives more interesting.  They don’t need antidepressants and psych wards, they need a release from the boredom and monotony of 21st century life.  Of course they’ll act depressed.  They’ll cut themselves, and attempt suicide.  Because that gets them attention, it makes them different, and different is exciting.

But now even mental illness is mundane.  “Oh, another stupid little cutter, how dull.  *sigh*  I wish they would do something more INTERESTING, so I can fill the void in my life by reading about their melodramas.” 

It’s frightening, how the so-called “shock factor” is disappearing.  What will they resort to, to get attention?  Murder?  Suicide?  “Well, I tried suicide, but no one noticed.  If I succeeded, they’d remember me, then.” 

No one’s happy unless they’re whoring themselves out for attention.  It’s the only thing worth living for. 

Somedays, I get bored watching humanity fuck up.  I almost want to join them, have my kicks.  But then I remember that isolation is the only way to survive.  Isolation is sanity, sanity is power, power is immortality.