Art Appreciation and Our Sad Generation

I don’t think that appreciation of the arts should be restricted to a certain age or generation. I think it’s sad that people look down on young adults because we are in an age of technology, and art and poetry and literature is often forgotten.

We look down upon intelligence and assume liking art and music and literature is pretentious and aggravating. We call intelligent people “nerds” and those who appreciate art “hipsters”. It’s aggravating. I don’t think children should be given iPads for gifts. That’s completely ridiculous. I don’t think people should be looked down upon for getting good grades and reading old books and visiting art museums. The problem with our generation is that we rely too much on other people or on other things. We’re spoiled.

The other day I was sitting downtown reading a book. Three people walked past me and literally said, “Who reads books anymore?”

I believe in humans. Just not in humanity.




I’m a Lazy Bum Who Can’t Even Keep Up With a Blog

It’s not that hard to keep up with a blog. I don’t even have to have a computer to do it. And yet after the initial excitement of actually creating the blog, I won’t take ten minutes out of my day to write a short, possibly humorous post. Luckily, since there was positively nothing at all going on on facebook or Twitter, I summoned the will power to start writing. Pointlessly, at that. I mean really, do you see a point in this post? I don’t and I’m writing it. That’s a slight dilemma. But the problem is, I have a deathly case of writer’s block. I honestly can’t remember the last time I wrote a poem, and I used to write them all the time. And I’m never happy with my work. I can’t help it. Any time I write or draw something, the second I finish, I start looking for errors. And I find them, and it’s dreadful to think that I am no good at what I love. Unfortunately this means I will never be a writer, or a singer, or an artist. I’d love to, but you can’t be in the arts and be as confident as a suicide bomber. Ok, that was pretty dark, and I apologize… But all things aside, I’m going to try writing again. I don’t expect to make a career out of it or anything. I’ll probably end up being an engineer. But I want to write. And I’ll try. Now to go find a muse….

Why Facebook Is The Devil’s Spawn

Facebook is the spawn of Satan.

Why, you ask?

Ha. Many reasons of course!

I personally have a facebook, and I probably won’t be getting rid of it any time soon, no matter how much I complain. However I will refrain from using it as much as possible. Today I got on after about a month or so, just to check up on things, and shock! Nothing going on. Which doesn’t bother me. What does bother me, however, is the toll that it takes on my self esteem. Now, this isn’t some cry cry wah my life isn’t as interesting as yours bull. But facebook just makes you feel bad. I mean, you get on, and you see everyone having fun together liking and chatting and commenting whoopdee wee! But then you think of something really clever, post it, and nothing. Or even worse, let’s say you post on someone’s wall, really nice and fun and junk, just to see ten hours later they made a new status and posted on other people’s wall and completely ignored yours. Now, what probably happened was, “Hey, there’s my friend. Oh gosh, I have stuff to do… I’ll get to it later, or say hi at school.” No big deal right? No. Big deal. Because when that happens, your mind switches to “OH GOD THEY HATE ME.” Then you sit there for however long until some form of communication connecting you to that person pops up, all the while thinking in pure agony that your friend hates you. Then you also have to deal with relationship statuses, and those annoying little fights that happen between those two chicks you’re friends with because you know them, but you never talk to them, and enemies that you’re too chicken to defriend. And spending hours and hours on your profile liking music and movies and all kinds of things, just so your two stalkers will think you’re cool. And stalking a guy/ girl you like for six hours and kicking yourself over and over again for doing it, because they have any form of contact with the opposite gender. Oh, and getting on after a month and finding that you have maybe two notifications and nary a friend request. It’s just a great big mixture for stress in general, which is why I never get on anymore. Now I realize that this makes me sound like a complete psychopath with zero confidence and/or self esteem, but that’s really not the case. Everybody has those days when you feel like crap, and if you don’t, more power to you. I find that facebook is a leading cause of teenage angste. Though on those good days, it’ll make you feel amazing, which is probably why we continually use it. But I’ve found that I’m happier without it. I know I have friends, because I talk to people, and people talk to me. And granted, it’s a little more difficult to find out about upcoming events, but you know, I don’t need a social network to connect to my people. Especially when it takes your self esteem by the neck and punches it repeatedly in the face. I’m not protesting facebook or anything, because that would be idiotic, and hell, if you like it you like it. But listing off my reasons for sheer hatred of it is quite helpful to me, and it’s also a good topic for this blog that I never get on. So thank you facebook, for being I giant pimple on the face of society. May you die away in shame, just like myspace before you. You know, eventually. And I hear pinterest is getting ever more popular, so enjoy that.