on popularity

acceptance is a funny thing. we all want it - whether it's from your peers, your boss, your wife, your cat, or just from a stranger who's walking down the street. but, once we don't have it, we turn into a pretty powerful being.

what do i mean? allow me to elaborate (and of course you will, as this is my blog and even if you close this window it doesn't mean my blog will cease to exist, but i digress). remember being like, 14, and thinking that everything that mattered to you was fitting in, talking to the right people, wearing the right clothes, and kissing the right boys? and remember how much effort being a groupie actually took? you had to keep updated with your music, make sure you had enough money to spend on clothes, make fun of the right people and check the right sites...so you know what i mean. the point is, fitting in can be exhausting, especially when and since - let's face it - we're all not really who our friends want us to be.

but what happens is that life plays cruel tricks on us and the popular kids - the ones who fit in in the cookie cutter world - are also now the brainless, colourless, emotionless freaks that serve society as is, without ever pausing to question or think about the meaning of life. they may be "happy" yes, no one's denying that, but at the same time, they're missing that bitter, slightly hateful edge that most of the outcasts have. you see, those who have been weird and different and excluded and misunderstood pretty much their whole lives aren't afraid to question things. in fact, they question everything. why is life so unfair? why do the stupid girls get all the luck? why don't people see how fake she is? etc, etc. And, if they're smart enough, they move on to bigger questions, the ones that i ask: why are we confined by what society expects us to do anyway? who is society? why want to be normal, anyway?

i'm not suggesting that i'm smarter than most well-adjusted individuals in society (well, actually yea i am, bite me), what i'm trying to say is that being lonely isn't really all that miserable. and well, being "cool", well, it's not really worth all the hype either. not being included to all the social events that are on my peers' social calendars allows me time and freedom to explore deeper questions in life, and gives me time to read up on things that make me feel like, on the whole, a more "useful" person.

so at the risk of sounding painfully like an infomercial, i guess what i want to say is this: feel like you have no friends? like no one understands you? like it's tiring to keep up with the charades and pretend that you're interested in purses and shoes and Beyonce's dress? well, congratulations.

now go change the world.