Because Conformity is Overrated.

In a society that forces both individuality and conformity down our throats, it's no wonder the two are starting to look the same. Everyone tries to sever the similarities with the previous generation, spitting out a new trend to follow, a new disease, a new slow way to poison yourself and still be cool while doing it. We're all slaves to the trends of our peers. We fight for the freedom to speak our minds, but when we open our mouth we don't have anything new to say, anything radical or individual. Why? We're facing the same problem generations before us have faced. In an effort to be an individual, and still be accepted, we thrive on labels. Bisexual. Straight. Gay. Male. Female. Athlete. Normal. Freak. They're unavoidable. Every single time we're asked to describe ourselves, we mumble out the same paragraph people have been reciting for years. We try to make ourselves seem better, stand out, but we're really just conforming to another group: the anti-conforming conformers.
Individuality is overrated. In an attempt to be an individual, you end up conforming to a group of non-conformists. Individuality isn't sold at hot topic, or in your lovely neighborhood urban grocer, or hidden under the 6 layers of eyeliner you cake on to make yourself feel better about your lack of motivation and your general discontent with life.
I have a dream started off one of the most inspirational and quoted speeches of the previous generation. Those four words are something everyone should use at some point in their life. Perhaps your dream is something simpler than ending racism and world hunger, but there's nothing more pure then the desire to achieve something. Perhaps I'm a simple person. All I aspire to do is to be accepted for who I am, and not have my opinions disregarded because of some close-minded bias someone has against women, gays, or anything else they feel the need to judge me based on.
Everyone has something important to say, but in a world as busy and self-absorbed as ours, it's no wonder we're run by the media and government.

Swiss My Chalet

What are you afraid of?
Abnomal/unusual fears are usually called phobias.
For example:
Triskaidekaphobia - Fear of Triscuits
Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people
Levophobia, Dextrophobia- Fear of the left, right side of the body
Commitmentphobia- Fear of relationship commitment.
Wait, what? A fear of committing to someone isn't irrational or unusual! After watching everyone around you make up, break up, cheat, lie and manipulate the hell out of every single one of their relationships, it's hard to imagine not havign some kind of bias towards them, and a fear that you'll be the one getting hurt instead of the one holding the axe.

Which would you prefer: my finger on the trigger or me face down across your floor?
Fewer words have ever been more confusing or contemplated. Now I'm not saying that Taking Back Sunday, however wonderful and philosophical they are should be written up in the New England Journal of Everything That Should be Thinked About But really, which would you prefer?
To be the one who betrays, or the betrayed? Which hurts less, however long or short term?

Or maybe you're like me, with no conscience to speak of. I'm not exactly known for my high moral values, and my responsibility. I'm more widely known for being impulsive, reckless, and insensitive. So what happens when the people like me find someone who accepts them, flaws and all, and is willing do do something extreme to ensure the relationship works? Recently I've been doing some self exploration (har har har) and getting to know my other personalities, and I realized I'm lucky. Because only half of me is souless, and the other half of me would like nothing more than to go Fightclub on my ass and take out my other side.

As lovely as that sounds, and as peaceful it would be to be a single person, it's a bit impractical to take a gun, shoot myself in the head(at a bad angle, I may add) and hope that magically I become a single, happy and functioning member of society, and an all around good person. So instead, since there isn't a "Take This and go do Marvelous Things With Your Life"pill, I'm going to satisfy my one personality until I can confidently say I'm a good person- while he waits for me, since he wants me to be happy.y, we need to do something to put an end to poverty before it puts an end to us.

With Baby Does Not Come Parenting.

Plenty of Fish. Facebook. We all know them, some of us love them, some of us live off of them. They're a wonderful networking tool for societ..blah blah blah.
They're amazing. We get it.
It has recently been brought to my attention that the large amount of money being made off of these sites is hugely increased by their complete lack of customer service. There is a member on both sites who's twelve and has been posing as a 20 year old, for a game of catch and arrest. Really, this girl could put dateline out of business with the amount of older men she gets and incriminates.

How...

* do I know this?
* can you confuse a twelve year old and a twenty year old?
* And most importantly, why should we give a damn what some irresponsible parents let their children do?


Because I said so. I have a very, very close friend who recently became a victim to her pof image. To be fair, it IS hard to imagine those innocent little twelve year olds in their pink fluffy dresses and ruby red shoes seducing older men just for the fun of it but sure enough, that's the case. I told my mother (obviously replacing my friend with an extended friend) and my sister pointed out there's a girl at her school who does the exact same thing. Being the curious person I am, I went to investigate her Facebook. Sure enough, she's got the typical "Myspace" down-the-top up-the-skirt shots, and a few nudes. To add to the fun, there right on her wall are boys a plenty, older then me calling her baby. Yeah, you would. After all, just a few short years ago she WAS a baby, and she's still in baby school.
My friend got off. Mainly because he didn't sleep with her, and also because the police officer shared that she's done it alot. Where the hell are this girl's parents?
At home, apparently, and totally aware and ignoring their daughter's behavior. Except for the dad, who routinely beats on the people who pick his daughter up and return her in one piece.
So I reported her. To both sites. With no results. Thank you for encouraging the "future" to engage in reckless and honestly, disgusting behavior.
*The organizations mentioned are in no way associated with under-aged sex/other pedophilic illegal behavior. They just don't do enough to stop it.