Society is a hole. Fuck it. So many ills come in the name of conformity. Tyrants are born, cliques form, war breaks out in the streets, and people are suspicious of one another for no good reason. Where do I fit into it all? That’s the question on everyone’s lips. People look for their place, but life isn’t a matter of ‘where’ or ‘when’. The true question in life has always been ‘Why’.
Why do I want to fit in at all? Fitting in never made anyone happy. In order to conform, one has to deny themselves — to become like someone entirely different in some significant way. The world doesn’t just ask for conformity, it demands it every day. It demands we shed ourselves in order to work in their factories, teach its snot-nosed off-spring to read and write, and to call it ‘sir’ and ‘madam’ while we crunch numbers and file paperwork. We dream of escaping this prison, but the bars on our cage stretch further than we can even travel. The fingers of our captors stretch the entire globe because they’ve been embroiled in murder, manipulation, secrecy, and coercion for time near eternal to claw their way out of the masses and into power. The so-called ‘American Dream’ is just a pretty name for a twisted game of chess in which most of us are just pieces on the board, moved about by players who only judge us all as pawns. If there is good in the world, good people compromise and sacrifice until all their noble intentions lie dead at their feet and they can only pray to the ghosts. Good can only illicit pity as the world turns on.
As I sit here, writing this, drinking a coffee that’s half Fireball whiskey, I realize I’ve long been at peace with my disdain for this world. Still, I can’t help but want to be apart from it. I believe in pacifism, kindness, and love, but today, I don’t want to vote; I want the world to burn. I want to disconnect from this disgusting place we live in and I want the people responsible to feel their rotten hearts bleed with fear and regret as they see black smoke on the horizon, inching ever closer to their palatial gardens. In a world given order by the corrupt, the stupid, and the selfish, I’d gladly choose chaos and death.
Sour Revelry 