I remember, once, when I wrote an essay for college about anarchy, and I attempted to write it in a style fit for anarchy, which is, to say generally, with no form or structure. It was alright. I think, now, I’m going to write this article like I’m depressed. That is to say…I dunno, it doesn’t really matter. You can figure it out. Faust?
Makes me want a Pepsi, I guess.
Fact. Back to my point…which I don’t remember. And I’m too tired to read what I just wrote. Whatever. Pop culture. Depression. Yes. How the fuck are we supposed to know how to deal with our fucking depressing lives if pop culture, the main source of our fucking entertainment and passive education, DOESN’T FUCKING GIVE A FUCK ABOUT OUR PROBLEMS!?!?!?! Shit. We’re fucking social beings; I need to qualify my fucking actions by comparing myself to the shit I see. And what kind of shit do I see a lot of? Shitty fucking pop culture shit. Movies, music, all that.
What did you expect? A funny joke?
Fuck, man. At least give me a fucking clue. Be fucking positive with the shit you put out, because you’re leaving people like me in the fucking shitter and there’s no fucking Lysol to even make my stay fucking nasally enjoyable, let alone a fucking plunger to unclog this fucking block of stuffed shit that’s getting in the way of everything I want to fucking do in life. And it’s all a vicious fucking circle, because my depression is just leading to me lacking the desire to stop being depressed. I know what I need to fucking do, and I know how to fucking do it, I JUST DON’T FUCKING WANT TO. Nor do I have the energy. And I always logicize my way out of it. And make up fucking words.
I just don’t give a shit.
Or maybe I give too much of a shit…that’s why the fucking toilet got clogged in the first place, right?
The Theory of RELATivity.
But no, not even the slightest of chances. They’re all fucking cowards. And I’m a fucking coward for failing…and then giving up. Fuck you, pop culture. You’re so fucking useless when it comes to shit that matters. With all of your social potential, you’d think I’d be able to get even a hint of an answer. Or a path to contemplate. But instead, you just want to make me feel good so I can fucking forget about all that. Fuck you. I want my fucking money back.
With mildly dull affection,
HenG
You know, they don’t really talk much about depression in pop culture. That’s weird. I guess they’re just trying to avoid it so that people don’t feel sad. Or maybe because people go to movies to feel good. I’ve had a few experiences recently where I’ve watched an incredible movie with someone (Up in the Air) and they have disliked it a lot. Probably because it made them feel bad. But eh, I liked it, I guess. Probably because it made me feel bad.
I dunno. It’s just that, depressing movies make me feel something, and that’s pretty important in life. So they say. Usually I’ll try to learn from them; you know, not do all the bad stuff those depressing people do? That way I can live a better life. I mean, it doesn’t usually work, I guess, because I just lose all my motivation in the end. So really, it’s pointless to feel bad and learn from it, because learning needs application to be of any use.
Maybe it’s not totally pointless, though. If I learn, then at least I could teach people how to live a good life.
And fuck all for myself.
But hey, others are living better lives. That’s good, I guess.
Fuck people, man. And fuck pop culture for leaving me high and dry. You give us the tools to talk shit about celebrities, but where are our fucking life vests when we’re drowning in a shallow, abyssal sea of two-faced fuck-faces that don’t give a FUCK about me or about any fucking thing except themselves, no matter how fucking hard I try?
And I know I’ve got a lot of really incredible friends. But fuck, man…it’s just hard not to take shit personally from people when they just don’t give two shits about you. We’re all fucking human…if you even gave me the slightest of chances, and put in a little bit of effort yourself, you’d probably realize that, hey, we can actually talk about fucking something and relate to it.
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