Dude STFU Plx0rz-- Part Two: Baby, It's Just Stuff.
Alternate name: The Fight Club Vision
"This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that's just nuts."- Lester Burnham, American Beauty
Money, money, money does not make the fucking world go round. It just buys the submission of facsist bastards who think that they do. This is not the word of some fucking hippie smoking weed on a hemp blanket spewing conspiracy and religion theories. This is the opinion of just another consumer who has woken up to a lot of bullshit in the world. But that's not what this note is about. It's about the time people spend bawling over spilt milk, or more accurately, wine on a $50, 000 silk bedsheet.
OMGSTFUPLZKTHXBAI!
WTF are you doing buying a silk bedsheet? Do you have any idea how cold you will be under those? It defeats the whole fucking purpose. It's like paying for a $1000 meal that ends up being just a really expensive snow pea. Of course, this is aside the point as well, because know one that I know has been dumb enough to do that anyway.
What do we consume? Technology. We are that generation Y, living off of things we don't need, like every generation before us. We think we're better because we don't go paying for under skirts and corsets that don't do much when the clothes aren't on and in the mean-time, we're saving up everyday for a $250 mp4 player that will kill your eyes if you watch a movie on it anyway. And then we have to go buy glasses because we can't see. And the glasses need a new prescription every 6 months. And you have to buy a cleaner from the pharmacy to make sure everything works right. OMG WTH! It never ends. I'm not here to tell you to stop consuming, Gawd, no. I love technology. Just like every other zombieteen.
But stop dying whenever someone steps on your Nike's. "I spent $200 on these shoes." What the fuck? If I spent that much money on a shoe, it better be foot-resistant (not my foot, dumbass). There must be some invisible aura around the shoe that keeps you from stepping on it. FUCK NO...at least not Nike's.
Don't diss my dirty Dickies.
And while we're on the subject of shoes, I just gotta say that Chucks do not make the man. Once again, I too am a mindless consumer and I too own a pair of black high-top Converse Chuck Taylors. BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME FUCKING HARDCORE! Neither you. Neither do my dirty khaki Dickies boots or my studded bands. I wear them because I like them, not because they transform me into some fucking rockstar. And now we're back on the label issue, albeit on a different side of it.
"You are not your job. You are not the car you drive. You are not your stuff."
You see that totally cute pair of heels you bought yesterday? They do not make you a goddess. And although they might make you feel like one (I see no shame in that). They do not give you the right to act like one. So shut up.
Does the fact that you own a yacht in the Cayman Islands give you a right to dictate the behaviour carried on by those that you hardly know but regardless, revere you for your stuff? (still following?) NO. You have no right to tell me what i should think about the jamaican, US, fucking World Government because you have a shitload more money than I do. You cannot dictate my opinion.
Money and stuff are not your life, remember that. because in a few years you might find yourself in a studio apartment with a cat for a roomate crying over the disgusting state of the couch you own and you inability to buy a couple of pads. And at this point you might think your life is over. Uh...no. This is not your life, it is stuff. Stuff that defines far too much of our consciousness. We like it because it makes us comfortable. But it does not keep us alive.
Food, Clothing, Shelter.
The basic nessecities of human survival. Fuck clothes, go live in a nudist colony, you'd be surprised how happy you will be when naked. Food? The average human can go on for weeks on water alone. And shelter is more of a luxury that you'd think. Tarp can suffice.
And then this all circles back to the issue of reputation. I said it in part one and I'll say it again. Your real frinds don't care about the money in the bank, the Ferrari you don't own or your severe lack of an iPod. What matters is your ability to sustain a trusting relationship.
When does money matter? When you need it to survive to the best of your ability. And there's nothing wrong with being successful, or rich and loving it. Just know that the things you keep buying are only things. They won't bring back your wasted minutes. (We should have rollover for whenever we waste time...)
"Life cannot take what comes free."
"This isn't life, it's just stuff. And it's become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that's just nuts."- Lester Burnham, American Beauty
Money, money, money does not make the fucking world go round. It just buys the submission of facsist bastards who think that they do. This is not the word of some fucking hippie smoking weed on a hemp blanket spewing conspiracy and religion theories. This is the opinion of just another consumer who has woken up to a lot of bullshit in the world. But that's not what this note is about. It's about the time people spend bawling over spilt milk, or more accurately, wine on a $50, 000 silk bedsheet.
OMGSTFUPLZKTHXBAI!
WTF are you doing buying a silk bedsheet? Do you have any idea how cold you will be under those? It defeats the whole fucking purpose. It's like paying for a $1000 meal that ends up being just a really expensive snow pea. Of course, this is aside the point as well, because know one that I know has been dumb enough to do that anyway.
What do we consume? Technology. We are that generation Y, living off of things we don't need, like every generation before us. We think we're better because we don't go paying for under skirts and corsets that don't do much when the clothes aren't on and in the mean-time, we're saving up everyday for a $250 mp4 player that will kill your eyes if you watch a movie on it anyway. And then we have to go buy glasses because we can't see. And the glasses need a new prescription every 6 months. And you have to buy a cleaner from the pharmacy to make sure everything works right. OMG WTH! It never ends. I'm not here to tell you to stop consuming, Gawd, no. I love technology. Just like every other zombieteen.
But stop dying whenever someone steps on your Nike's. "I spent $200 on these shoes." What the fuck? If I spent that much money on a shoe, it better be foot-resistant (not my foot, dumbass). There must be some invisible aura around the shoe that keeps you from stepping on it. FUCK NO...at least not Nike's.
Don't diss my dirty Dickies.
And while we're on the subject of shoes, I just gotta say that Chucks do not make the man. Once again, I too am a mindless consumer and I too own a pair of black high-top Converse Chuck Taylors. BUT THAT DOES NOT MAKE ME FUCKING HARDCORE! Neither you. Neither do my dirty khaki Dickies boots or my studded bands. I wear them because I like them, not because they transform me into some fucking rockstar. And now we're back on the label issue, albeit on a different side of it.
"You are not your job. You are not the car you drive. You are not your stuff."
You see that totally cute pair of heels you bought yesterday? They do not make you a goddess. And although they might make you feel like one (I see no shame in that). They do not give you the right to act like one. So shut up.
Does the fact that you own a yacht in the Cayman Islands give you a right to dictate the behaviour carried on by those that you hardly know but regardless, revere you for your stuff? (still following?) NO. You have no right to tell me what i should think about the jamaican, US, fucking World Government because you have a shitload more money than I do. You cannot dictate my opinion.
Money and stuff are not your life, remember that. because in a few years you might find yourself in a studio apartment with a cat for a roomate crying over the disgusting state of the couch you own and you inability to buy a couple of pads. And at this point you might think your life is over. Uh...no. This is not your life, it is stuff. Stuff that defines far too much of our consciousness. We like it because it makes us comfortable. But it does not keep us alive.
Food, Clothing, Shelter.
The basic nessecities of human survival. Fuck clothes, go live in a nudist colony, you'd be surprised how happy you will be when naked. Food? The average human can go on for weeks on water alone. And shelter is more of a luxury that you'd think. Tarp can suffice.
And then this all circles back to the issue of reputation. I said it in part one and I'll say it again. Your real frinds don't care about the money in the bank, the Ferrari you don't own or your severe lack of an iPod. What matters is your ability to sustain a trusting relationship.
When does money matter? When you need it to survive to the best of your ability. And there's nothing wrong with being successful, or rich and loving it. Just know that the things you keep buying are only things. They won't bring back your wasted minutes. (We should have rollover for whenever we waste time...)
"Life cannot take what comes free."
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