Assertion

I’m tired of people. I’m fed up of putting on a face every day to please them. I feel the darkened Earth under me turn every time I try to fit into their notion of whatever seems to be fun or happening. It’s funny how they label places, people, clothing, accessories, shoes and other things and even stoop to judging people by them. They intrude privacy with their nosy actions always wanting to know what another person is doing even though it doesn’t concern them the slightest bit. Their laughs based on illogical fantasies which they cling onto in order to demean you and call it “taking one’s case” or a gesture of humor.. even when it's not funny. It’s further disgusting when I hear them rip off one of my jokes and have a laugh about it. I hate myself for having thought like that each day. Their voices reek of foolishness while they utter nonsense and ask vague questions just to gain attention. They add accents and put words together in such a way as to seem intellectual when even they themselves know that they are full of shit. They keep clinging onto whatever helps them glorify themselves further and further away till they can frame false perceptions while their egos gloat and they believe themselves to be some kind of higher authorities once they’ve labeled themselves as “ideal”, “just” or simply “good” and then they turn around selling that very image for a profit. It’s disgusting how they form relationships based on thin air. They hang around their so called friends, family or lovers thinking that it is all that there is to life. They follow these social institutions with such dedication that when it crumbles, they crumble along with it. Once these people achieve their goals or complete a task they make it look so glamorous, perfect and make such a show of it even though the task may have been as easy as tying a shoe lace. If they fail, they blame it on others. They’ll rope you into their activities and waste your time, fill you in with their teenage bullshit and all their drugs, money and sex. I’m sick of being caught up in their strife and the tangles of whatever they call life, love and friendship. There are only a few threads that keep me connected to emotions and feelings. I do not know how long I’ll be hanging from them or what will become of me but as long as I do, I’ll never be free. Does clinging onto the things I despise make me a hypocrite?