Why is society becoming more idiotic, increasingly superficial, and exponentially gross? How did we allow what was once mainstream in strip clubs and brothels to become acceptable in our every day homes?
The youth of today act like they know everything now because of easy access to the Internet. They think being able to be “popular” on the web will generate money for them, and they worship a sex culture that generates more sexually transmitted diseases than sitting on a toilet laced with Tommy Lee’s sperm.
I remember the days a viral video on the Internet made a kid commit suicide, or he was bullied in high school to the point he had to drop out. Now Google and YouTube allows every viral video to generate money, and in due process, everyone tries to do something idiotic to get advertisement and marketing payments. The Internet is a popularity contest and no longer a place for meaningful conversation. Facebook erased all privacy elements and now everyone knows where you are at all times even when you aren’t there.
I’m really sick of seeing everyone chase their tails to become popular. We constantly degrade ourselves as a generation and now we’re suffering the pain to deal with years of stupidity and ignorance.
Some people enjoy watching the world burn.
Just got the sudden urge to play .hack
I hate it when a girl arches her back on Instagram but can never take it deep in real life.
I had a conversation with my dad for an hour and a half about my emotional distress. I told him I don’t know what to do with my future and he got pissed at me for hardly asking him for help.
I have a very traditional Iraqi father. He wants me to get my degree and he wants to do it by fostering me. He told me the family doesn’t look good because I’m choosing to do things my way. “We are losers right now because you can’t succeed” is what he said.
I told him I feel like a constant failure because everything I try to do I won’t succeed. I told him my own personal issues and he didn’t know what to say.
It really does suck feeling the biggest failure in the world. It’s worse believing my own lie. It sucks being from the top of the world and having to suffer to swim in the bottom of the ocean.
I dunno if I should be happy or sad about Yahoo’s purchase of Tumblr.
More advertisements for more viewers? I dunno. Hopefully it won’t look like an advertising journal
“If you get sick, you have to take antibiotics to cure your infection. If you break your leg you need surgery, there’s no shame in taking medication for depression,” they told me.
“Yes,” I replied, “But if you don’t take antibiotics, you’ll die from sickness. If you don’t get surgery you’ll die from blood clots. If I don’t take anti depressants I’ll still be alive. I’m not going to kill myself just because I think I want to die.”
The therapist was speechless. She didn’t know what to say. She tried to find words to sell me the medication but deep down its fake.
I’m not a fucking machine. I’m not a robot. I’m a human being and my mind can function without chemicals.
The therapist tried to convince me that I need medicine to get rid of my depression. I argued with her saying I’m not clinically depressed and that it’s something I can control. I had to raise my voice because I was getting frustrated. I guess through my frustration she was able to tell I was traumatized by something.
So I ended up making a huge list of all the issues I’ve been through in my life, from me to my family.
I guess my depression is a form of PTSD. I can’t sleep or eat or think straight because of all the trauma I’ve seen.
I’m just happy I don’t have to take some stupid pill.
I walked into an academic counselor’s office today in order to get information on my academic future. I told her I was honestly thinking about killing myself and she immediately told me I need to see a therapist.
I’m sitting in a doctors office right now waiting to meet someone I have never met in my life and tell them I think I have depression. I feel like I just took a deep step backward. I think I’m depressed but I know I’m not. I know the things I need to do.
I don’t know. I guess I do need help.
I’m so old I don’t read “#” as “hash tag” but rather “number”. For example, “#aminisold” reads as “Number: Amin Is Old” for me
Since I started studying literature more closely in the past year and a half, I’ve noticed a stunning separation between American writing and that of the rest of the world. American writing originates from a religious background from the Pilgrims, but it made a huge and significant turn with the emergance of American law and the constitution. With the creation of the newspaper and other articles for news, the best business for an American ‘writer’ to emerge in wold be that of Journalism or Law. That sort of straight-forward and to-the-point writing is what drives America to this day, as the consumers are more interested in the facts versus the emotions of the story.
In other countries, even other English speaking countries like England and some of Europe, writing is more centered on the feelings and emotions of the story. It seems that literature in countries that don’t focus on legality and news-telling truly focus on the art and allowing the consumer and the reader to learn something new that they can use throughout their life. The best writing has always been something that’s relatable to the reader and it will deliver a new kind of idea that they can use for the rest of their life.
I think Americanizing writing is a bad thing. As a writer I believe we have a responsibility to deliver a meaningful piece of work to the consumer rather than something that’ll just make a profit.
I’m thinking of putting my book project aside for a few months and work on some short fiction about the American Muslim life. I feel as if it’s a duty for me to start make something that will both educate and inspire people in America.
Muslim are targetted never before and I just don’t want to see ignorant ass people constantly damage people who don’t deserve this.
Thank you. I really needed these words, you’re absolutely right about it all. It’s not often I put myself down but I just feel like I’m not progressing anywhere, and with all my reading and writing, I just feel like I keep pushing myself back to restart. I just constantly feel like making everything ‘better’
I love you bro, I’m putting myself down. I just feel as if everything I’m working on is incredibly stupid, it makes no sense for me. I feel like everything can be better, but it’s not. I was supposed to finish this thing a month ago but I’m still working on it and barely finished with even the first part. I don’t know man, I just don’t want there to be ‘haters’. I know I can write in a way to make everyone love it
I just think we’re making animals too human lmao it’s retarded
I’m a horrible writer. I don’t know why I even thought I could write a book. My writing is terrible and elementary. I can’t even make a proper sentence. I don’t finish my ideas. I’m redundant.
No one gives my writing half it’s time. No one invests in my stories which I “think” are good. I don’t think I’ll ever be the author I dream to be.
I’m a horrible fucking writer
I am an American Muslim. I am shocked and saddened by the Boston bombings. Just like every normal human being I pray for those who have lost their lives and lost ones. I do not wish any harm among any American, like me and my friends.
I do not wish any harm among my Muslim community as well. I do not want another fake ‘Muslim’ to be at blame for the bombings. I do not want someone who holds a belief for God to say they did this for Him. I do not want to see the American Muslim community damaged even further than it already is.
This is a message to my Muslim brothers and sisters. DO NOT BE AFRAID.As TRUE Muslims we understand what we stand for and as TRUE Muslims we will help those in need. We are not just Muslims, we are AMERICAN, and we must stand tall for freedom and what’s right.
Let us pray together that this terrorist will not be a Muslim terrorist and that he will receive the justice he deserves.
I seriously fucking love my life.
I just spent my first night out in downtown San Diego and I had an amazing time. We went club hopping, bar crawling, and skirt chasing. Free drinks and free food. Inside jokes and genuine conversations.
Without a doubt I’m feeling very good right now. Perhaps it’s got something to do with the four Redbulls I drank and the shawarma I ate, but nevertheless I’m feeling amazing.
Absolutely love my life.