Joshua King's Sphere of Thought

Selfish

I realized today, that artists can't tell someone who they are. They can't tell someone where they're going in life. All they can tell you, is how they feel. Probably explains the mood swings and mind changes huh? lol

Why is it that I genuinely don't like the human race? I know that it's not my place to judge others, and that there are a few on this planet for whom I would gladly die...but the majority of them are just flawed, self-serving, lichenthropes, out for number one. It makes me very sad to think of a planet full of living, breathing viruses sometimes. I can wake up, put on my clothes, head to the mall and sit down. Walking past me I would see a girl donned in the latest trendy apparel. I can see another male teenager with a truck driver hat, walking with his friends, all the same.

Victims of media, victims of thought perversion.

A man is walking down the tile now, bickering wife behind him. He's complaining that he feels smothered, that he doesn't have enough "tom" time. She feels the same way, and they ponder divorce.

Selfish people, unwilling to step outside themselves and look at the bigger picture, or their forgotten children.

I don't know...people just suck.

Why did I even blog this?