when you were six, the funniest things in the world were knock knock jokes. now, our humour has evolved and everything is either funny or lame and you’re either funny or lame. sadly, according to my friends i fall under the lame category. in fact i am the leader of the lames.
but why do we have to be one or the other? i lack severely in all round funniness but i know whats funny, i’m just not funny. why the need to sort everything into groups? emo, goth, scene, slut, jock, popular, geek, freak, loner? these labels are so stupid but we do it to ourselves. why is it that we have this constant desire to be noticed, to be apart of something. why do girls always need to be accompanied by someone else, to sit, to walk, to drink, to pee!
‘i need to pee, will someone come with me?’
are we really so afraid of what will happen if we are alone that we need to have company whilst using the toilet? what happened to the Independence people talk about, where is the security? what will happen if you are alone? so you will be deprived of moronic conversation for five minutes. you can’t complain to anyone about how bad your hair looks today or how fat you feel. you can’t discuss who slept with who and who is in a fight. but does that matter?
honestly, its ridiculous how dependant we are one other people. how much we rely on our peers acceptance and approval.
the world is falling apart and all we care about is what we are going to wear tonight.
i’m not lame, and i’m not funny. label me what you like; i know who i am.
BE BRAVE, PEE ALONE!