We see each other everyday. Literally billions of people roaming this World. Think about that for a second, the sheer enormity of what is out there. I went to my front door for my morning cigarette and was greeted by glorious sunshine, and a cold breeze. The morning air was so fresh I could barely wait to inhale smoke into my lungs. Two people, a man and a woman walked past. They were dressed very similar, very average looking, like neither of them was punching above their respective weights. They were each holding a leash connected to a walking dog. The dogs were identical. I finished my cigarette and the line at the top of the page appeared in my head. There's no doubt I will see countless other people today, all walking around with purpose. All ever so slightly different. All the same as everyone else.
It's probably why this generation abuses and over-uses the word "random". Although it's mostly used incorrectly and, in fact, used with pathetic misplacement. That's not the point. The point is it appears everywhere. They label Facebook photo albums "random" so everyone else can see that they have done something no-one else has done before. Just like everyone else. They wear Adidas Star Wars jackets because they want the feeling of importance. Just like everyone else. People everywhere striving to be individual. To be different. To be special. People everywhere terrified that their life has no meaning, and that we are here with no purpose whatsover.
The truth is you are no different. I am no different. We are all the same. Just like those two dogs I saw this morning.
It's not your fault, and it's certainly not mine. The great thing about life is we can just about blame anybody for absolutely everything. Our feeling of inadaquecy is the fault of our parents. They coached us from a young age that we are in a World of endless possibilities. They didn't explain that most endeavours are ultimately pointless and achievements were unattainable. They told us we were special, and we believed them. Without the ability to think that there are millions of others being told the exact same thing at the exact same time. The rotten bastards. As we grow older we should know different, yet we're still being coached. TV replaced our parents a long time ago.
Adverts on TV are sickening. They tell us to strive for perfection. They tell us that if we purchase and use a particular product we will become something more. If we own particular items we will be the envy of our peers. Yet the outcome is we all end up with the same products. Everyone knows the secret of youth is in a bottle, and that bottle sits in your bathroom. It also sits in countless others too. We go to people's homes via friendly invitation yet are ambushed by the new sofa/television/vibrating cock ring they just spent 17 squillion quid on and have our faces rubbed in it, like a dog being trained not to shit on the carpet. It's ok though, what you have at home is far superior, and cost 18 squillion quid. You're still better. Or are you both the same?
The problem with TV adverts is that they have sodomised the feeling of individuality to the point where all it means is fear. Fear that we live in a World where we can walk down the street and see someone else wearing the same clothes you're wearing yourself.
But the TV would never lie to us, right?
"Cribs" on MTV has to be the most shameful piece of television programming ever created. Forget for a second that it shouldn't even belong on a channel called "Music Television". I despise MTV so much I want to delete everything I've just written so I can write them a letter that simply says "Fuck Off, Cunts". For those unaware, Cribs is a grotesque showing of the homes and cars of the richest, most famous people we've ever heard of. It's so depressing even thinking about it makes me want to stop typing, get in my car, drive it off a bridge while laughing gleefully at the prospect that I will soon be home to a watery grave and will never have to know of it's existence. It provides unrealistic expectations on a mass scale. So the initial feeling of excitement at learning Snoop Dogg has 17 bedrooms in his mansion and 46 cars is rapidly replaced by a feeling of resentment, bitterness, and crushing disappointment at the fact it's overwhelmingly likely you will never have the same. I want you to think for a second, to yourself because if you say this outloud it may get a you few funny looks. Ask yourself this question, and do it slowly so that every fucking word sinks in:
Am I really, really interested in what Richard Branson's bathroom looks like, or where Alex Zane keeps his underwear?
If you answered "no", well done. I like you, kind of. If you answered "yes" please just stop. Stop reading this, stop getting out of bed on a morning, stop living. Preferably, stop living by having your head exploded by a rogue firecracker lodged in your brain. I'm simply aghast that we were ever friends.
So we all grasp at thoughts of brilliance, of financial well-being, of consumerist bliss. To be different, to be better, to be individual. Unfortunately all we do is frantically grab at mediocrity. We fail because of fear. We want to be special so badly yet we're too scared to leave the bubble of individuality created for us by the things we were told to buy. So we immerse ourselves in, what should be, temporary measures. Like Reality TV. Other people living their lives for our own enjoyment. A genre that is dead inside, and that deadness spreads to your heart like a black fog intent on sapping every bit of life you ever had. It follows people that are so dull their reality now needs a fucking script to make it worthwhile. That sentence is so ridiculous it feels like every letter I type is looking at me, goading me to start punching my own face in. Shows like Made in Chelsea, Desperate Scousewives, and Geordie Shore make me want to smash my face into this netbook til I cry in desperation and then set myself on fire.
Scripted "Reality" is so depressing it makes me think talent shows are a good idea. The daft cunt singing badly in front of Simon Cowell's perfectly square head might have no clue how to hold a note, or hold their own cock when they go to the toilet, but at least they had a shot. The truth is I'm as fearful as the next person, slowly coming to terms that this is it, and that's all there is. We're all so ruled by Mortgages and Credit Card debt that we failed to see the end coming.
But it's ok. We're alive. We're happy. We just bought something new off eBay, bargain price as well. It'll look so nice next to that other thing we bought last week that we didn't need. We have everything we never needed.
We're individual, just like everyone else.
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