The Nonsensical Journal

Society is complicated but individuality is simple; being an individual in society is simply complicated. It’s the constant struggle between what you want and what they demand, and they are a bunch of you who value your individuality to be enforced on masses… kind of like the invasion of the body snatchers, only they, who are a bunch of you clustered together, want your conformity.

They look like us?

Or is that what the movie was about? I forget, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it…

But I was not given a choice, or even an application to fill out, before bursting out the womb. Life was forced upon me and I had no choice but to accept it, so you cut off the chord and brush the placenta off your shoulder and march on… be carried, crawl, kind of walk and fall on your face, walk, run, then march on if you want to be technical about it…

Well there is always suicide but really… What’s the rush?

Now I believe that we are all born with the natural instinct of what’s right and wrong, except if you were that weird kid whose pets would “mysteriously” disappear. There is a sense of morality inside us all, a conscience that nudges us and while it might not nudge us all in the same direction, it generally guides us to not harm others… other than idiots of course, and we should always hurt idiots.

The moment you step into the world, into society’s realm, the conditioning starts. You are fed the same agenda that was fed to your lineage. Every detail of faith, politics, beliefs… you’re slowly conditioned to be another clone of thoughts that over time you will come to believe were yours all along.

This is the beginning of the rift; this is the start of us and them. Some of us choose to conform, some of us choose to express our individuality, what we want to believe not what they want us to believe… but, and the irony of it is, the non-conformists cluster as well to attack the others… us and them.

Then there are the few who pass into shadows removing themselves from all, and walk the journey alone. Forgotten and unnoticed but at peace, silent victims to those bickering and fighting… so they drink some, smoke some, laugh some, life’s too short isn’t it? Why care what I think? What matter is it who I am?

What difference does it make to me adopting your side or theirs? I might like to mix and match, I might want to do nothing at all, most importantly I have no desire to lead, nor will I follow…

 When dinosaurs roamed, a random object hurtling through space just wiped them out… I wonder, should that happen again what thoughts would we have those final hours? I would think of nothing… what part of the universe or existence made sense in the first place?