Shallow Like A Valley

So I guess this is my second post. There’s a lot of stuff I skip or forget to tell people just because it seems irrelevant to me. Times and places and things that have been important to me just seem to fade out. My passions and aspirations blink from my mind when I’m talking to someone. Where I want to be and what has gotten me where I am are two questions that I rarely want to tackle.

I blame it on a lot of things.

At this point I would like to stress that I jump around a fair bit.

When I talk about “loving” or “enjoying” music and writing I don’t mean it in a figurative way. Writing and listening to certain genres or albums leave me with an explicit feeling of self-fulfilment. Enveloping yourself in a melody or passage is a feeling that social interaction cannot touch. Now, that’s not to say I’m socially-handicapped or agoraphobic. All it means is that when I have the time to read, write or listen to music I do it; with fervour.

So yeah, I blame my lack of personal discussion on a lot of things. One is the deep love and inspiration from the arts that I find hard to express with my words. Why would I bother when I could care less what you are going to tell me? I mean honestly, your opinion will not hinder my judgement. (I feel that this very statement warrants an entire post)

Another thing I blame is this self-inflicted act of becoming so fucking jaded. The internet has destroyed my brain and corrupted more or less all of my faith in both the individual and the group. News from around the world exposing you to circumstances you could never conjure can be too much sometimes. Aside from the real world trauma and duress there is the seedy underbelly of the world wide web.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” is something that I think quite often when trolling Digg or Cracked. The level of emotion that I feel reading true accounts of war-stories or under-publicized statistics baffles me. The real stories are the ones that get swept underneath a carpet of pre-teen madonnas, celebrity sex-addiction and god-damn Twilight.


Guh-faw. I’ve also come to realize it’s better to stop a rant before it can fully materialize.

Until next time...

-Kade

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