What's really important? What really matters?
It's been drilled into us - you get a good education (read: degrees are nothing now, higher! upgrade!), you get a good job (1231134141 hours a week and 5 figure salaries only qualify), you get married (if you're female, preferably to very handsome, very respectful, very adoring, very funny, very religious male who has a good job, meaning he works 1231134141 hours a week and has a 5 figured salary so that you can marry him, and he can support you while he has a tete-a-tete with his ever-helpful secretary)
woah, that was one long sentence.
Anyway, you are catching my drift no?
I mean, when did this become the formula? What happened to doing what you dream of, even if it's a unconventional job or one that doesn't quite finance your ferrari?
What happened to cutting back on work hours so you can spend more time at home?
Why can't this dog-eat-dog world be dog-help-and-play-with-other-dog world?
What happened to making love and not war?
Why does it always have to be a competition - who's richer, who's better?
And with partners, while certain superficial traits are important, why isn't the emphasis on who he is and how he treats you?
We're all weird.
That said, it's become impossible. We've evolved into freaks. And these things are in us already, so I think there's no turning back.
We're not gonna have fairy tale endings, and I think looking at how unpersonalised, mechanical and self-centred we're becoming, I figure our ends are gonna be very lonely.
Bummer.
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everyone's too busy having sex, to be making love. alas.
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