Its hip, or whatever.

I can’t help but feel angry towards everything I cannot change. There is so much tension that has built up in my heart seething with anguish and tenderness at those who lack genuinity. In fact, I am so vexed by the thought of fake people that I have created the word, “genuinity”. I hate to see approval and praise of those who do the work of inauthentic ambition. I feel as if there are ample amounts of individuals who are so afraid of their identity, or lack there of, that they choose to hide in this accumulation of insecurities that will never be adequately dealt with. You’ve got your beauty queens, jocks, nerds, psychobilly jerks, stoners, hard-heads, gossip babblers, brown nosers, and slightly imperfect social abolitionists all seeking the same personal legend: The uncovering of this said Identity. In that search so many become lost along the journey, never actually reaching the destination of fulfillment. Everyone wants to save the world. Hipsters are the newest love child of pop culture and ever-changing history, who have made it their mission to live life passionately and for lack of a better term, uniquely. Although they add an eclectic aspect to society as we know it, I feel that the hipster trend has an extended trend of wanting to be identified as a creative, world changing soul who has a purpose. If you cannot tell by my tangled attempt at conveying my thoughts, I am bothered by people who crave to be creative, unfamiliar and compassionate world heros all for a passing trend. Its quite ironic if you really begin analyzing it all. These individuals set out to exist as non-conformists in a conforming world, all the while conforming to an already existing trend that is even marketable by businesses, stores, advertising and the elusive beast herself- the media. If we truly do care about the world the way we say we do, or if we truly do have a fervency to reshape this society it will happen in the most selfless, enlightened and refined way. It will happen naturally from real passions ignited by world chaos. I don’t get what I’m saying either. I can’t help but stumble on my own words as I clammer to understand myself. I don’t make sense, i just can’t stand certain things anymore. I don’t enjoy watching you and your selfish ways. If you really wanted to save the world, you’d of started already, Maybe I’m angry with myself. I apologize for my projections. I’m done. I’m officially going to embark on my exploration towards liberating my peers.