where's your anger? where's your fucking rage?
couple things:
1. i would like someone to do a study and report back to me. subject: does choice encourage selfishness? i had a long thought process on why it could but i dont want to sway your research so i'm not going to share.
2. i think if mccain/palin win i am going to give up again. i havent given up in almost over a year now. which is probably a record for me.
4. everyday sociology blog had a good article today. normally their sociology articles are too cheesball for me. full of lame clip art and 'geeze i just dont get text messaging' type posts but this one by Bradley Wright was pretty good. I have a thing with emotion rules imposed by society.
5. i was listening to some songs i wrote a long time ago. like this one and reminded me of some other things, which lead to thinking about some other songs i wrote for way back when, etc etc etc and i came to realize that girls dont give a shit when you write them songs. most times they think its creepy when you give them a song you wrote for them. or, maybe they just feel like they should think its awesome, then it happens and its just not as awesome as it should be? i dont know. tell me what you think of that song i wrote you, if i wrote you one... or tell me what you think of a song someone else wrote you. or, you know, dont. it doesn't matter. this was actually an internal thought i dont know why i wrote it down.
6. return of college kids means an increase in these things:
-white chicks in coffee shops talking about what africa is 'really' like
-freshman fros
-empty alcohol bottles alongside the street
-the smell of pot at random places outside
-hippies (any variation)
-longboards
-hippies on long boards
-public arguments
-girls crying talking on cellphones walking hurriedly somewhere
i feel cynical. i am going to blind myself now.
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Hah. Realized. I remember ranting and waving my arms wildly about Dudes Who Write Songs About You After You've Broken Up in OOB.
When someone doesn't tell you how they feel, and instead channels it into their own art, whether it's a song, or visual art, or a written work, or whatever, that's passive. It communicates that they didn't trust you enough to tell you The Big Emotional Stuff to your face like a grown-up. Plus, in my experience, you might find yourself nearly crying in public because some song is written in a secret language only the two of you used to speak...
So yeah. That's why I, a girl, don't like songs written about me. Because using emotion to create something for oneself instead of communicating that emotion robs the song-subject of the opportunity to react appropriately to that emotion and puts that very-private-and-personal emotion in a public forum for all to see and marvel at. And in doing so, it delegitimizes the Big Emotional Stuff and turns it into material. No one wants to be material.
That's my take. But I'm wicked bitter and stuff.
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