Sunday, April 6, 2008

Let's Play: Follow The Ridicule!

I can't stand being the age that I am. Physically, I'm about 17 or older.

Mentally, I'm probably in my twenties.

Reality-wise, I'm a 14-year-old.

I hate being respected by the age that people know me by, that I can't be respected by my maturity level. Any person can act childish, adults do it all the time but the moment someone who actually is younger than 18 does it, they're considered disrespectful as if they aren't allowed to stand their own ground. They're to be mocked, not even considered a threat.

In fact, if it wasn't for abuse and child-labor laws children wouldn't be a threat in any means.

This world has been so influenced by statistics, media, religion, and status-quos that nothing has meaning anymore. Everything is defined by how people see you, not by who you are.

If you're that girl wearing the mini-skirt and the tank top- you're labeled as soon as you walk by. You're a whore, the popular girl, the all-eyes-on-me-attention grabber, you're anything but who you are.

Why are we all so judgmental? So easily fooled by what the television feeds to us? We're surrounded by hypocrisy and ridicule and no one stops to change. It's and endless spiral that takes everyone that realizes the wrong. Every time someone tries to break the chain, another is created and it never ends it just begins and begins and continues and continues.

Sometimes I feel like even the good people, even the purest saints on this planet can be the worse influences.

Take Disney for example, always spreading out to children comedy, love, and family- a little paradise to hide yourself away from reality.

It's good to get people to try and follow that influence, but it's also like brainwashing people to think that is the only way your family is happy, is perfect, is fun, is living "The American Way". It's like the Brady Bunch of the 21st century.

For all the fans of the fake Brady Bunch, I apologize but all it causes is influence and eye-pains (for those who watch it for several hours). What about people who are divorced? Who were born out of wed-lock? Who don't go to church every Sunday if even at all? For people who were adopted? There are so many scenarios that are so much more real than that fake black-and-white and sometimes color, depending on what season, that you seen on your television.

So I ask you, what are we really following? Some writer's idea that got it on to the big screen? Where are the real leaders in this world? And is everything and everyone is so fake, to everyone, even themselves- how are they sure who they really are? It's like we're all suffering from our own identity theft. If everyone is fake...what the heck is reality?

Define for me: Family, Love, Life, Reality, Insanity, Sanity, Pain, Happiness, Peace...