Individuality
Everyday I am assaulted via mediums such as Television, music, internet and even in my local town, by self important arseholes who think for some reason they are special, that just because they exist on this planet, it makes everything better. You will spend hours dressing yourself up to go out, deluded into believing you are the centre of your own episode of hollyoaks (the O.C. for any U.S. people) you think you are witty and intelligent as you say “like” after everything you say, “it’s like so duh!” well no, what you in fact are is a very boring carbon copy of just about every single other person that’s come before you, face it, no one actually wants to see your “face book” profile, so there is no need to make it private – and as I have said before, making a social networking site private is kind of egocentric in itself, no one cares, and why does no one care? well because they are all the centre of their own little TV show themselves, and what’s worse?! when two of these fucks get together and start being all in love so its two people convinced that they are super special and they will go out to the local bar on Friday only to make sure that everyone else’s world is brightened by their presence, for some reason they think we all want to see them sat in the corner “making out” all night, quite why you’d want to make out with anyone after they’ve swilled back enough alcohol to drop a platoon is beyond me anyway.
Then of course the next stage of life begins, mid-20′s to 30′s, these people walk around speaking far too loud into their phones so we all get the pleasure of hearing the inane bullshit they are talking about with their equally moronic friends, and on that subject, if I am in the room with you, having a conversation then the txt message you have just received is of secondary importance, I’m not going to stand there while you fuck around texting some dickhead you couldn’t be fucked to actually talk to.
when you are in your 20′s girls, you should not be living in a room full of fucking dolls with pink everywhere, it’s not cute and it makes you look like a cheap whore, especially when you’ve got the playboy logo emblazoned over everything you own, including your shitty pink mini cooper – they are shit cars, accept it and move on.
40′s of course inevitably comes, and by now the men are either fat fucks watching football all day or suited up pricks pretending that its important to have a job where you wear a tie, no, it’s not important its a J O B it is not your life, your life was meant to be spent dreaming about being a race car driver or having some kids or anything else of worth not talking on your crapberry or your iphone about your mortgage and some dickpull you work with, because this I guarantee, no one gives a fuck! on the other side of the gender spectrum, we have the women – by now all fat and blotchy, sticking their arses out of fucking limousines and getting pissed in Blackpool while wearing angel wings or devil horns, no no no, you are not sexy, you are in fact a fucking drunken blob of shit, what you are doing no matter how much you tell yourself it is, is not actual fun it is getting pissed and making a fucking arse out of yourself on a level that if made an Olympic event, you would of collectively won the title of gold, silver and bronze for the next 3 centuries, and we all get to see that too, because if anyone of you morons see a camera (usually showing the country how much it’s on it’s arse with the drink) for some reason you feel the need to flash the poor bastard shooting the show.
so no, you are no individual, you most definitely are not special, and to be honest you all need fucking shooting.
