![]() Weird Mood.A Story by WritersBlock
My OCD is kicking in. My obsessive thoughts are swirling around my brain. I cant think straight, cant say I am not gay(happy) either. The world is turning.. turning into a chaotic mess. People are still loving less and less. The media is still lying to world about how the rich aren't the enemy but we all know they are responsible. We all know how we feel about this.. yet we just continue to walk on by. It has become both our sins now, you watch a person get mugged and you do nothing to stop it, you might as well have helped the mugger. We live in fear to help one another.. yet we scream help when it is us who are being hurt. Oh what a schizophrenic fucked up society they caged us in. We are no more civil in our hearts, than a tamed gorilla, docile but filled with rage. The experiments they conduct on the masses but use terms like 'demographics, police, for your safety'.. all nonsense. They wish to protect people from themselves yet they produce the mentality that plague the people in the first place. You may read this and one of three things may occur.. your eyes may widen with disbelief, you may shrug your shoulders and cling onto you complacency, you may laugh hysterically and shake your head, this isn't true!. But you are one of those 3 people.. one who benefits from the misery and sad state of the world, one who wishes to make a change but not willing to make the sacrifice of his loft and 41k, and the one whose political choice denies them any responsibility to there fellow man. For I am a Republican, I know all can be right, if you just think like me!
I often wonder if it better to be feared or respected, we fear those who have no respect for us. We see ourselves through the eyes of those that hate us, we pay taxes to people who never stop by on Thanksgiving or Christmas or pay us a visit when we are sick. We clap our hands as we choose someone to rule over us, we complain about how lazy we are from a couch. I am no different than you.. but I am willing to admit it. I am willing to be honest, another dying trait. When men vow their allegiance to men who the have nothing in common with then we know we are going in the wrong direction. How much do you and I have in common? Should we focus on our differences? Should we focus on our similarities.. because we all are the same.. babies raised by television, raised on a social farm, except our walk to the slaughter house has many different paths. Is it better to be feared or respected? © 2013 WritersBlock |
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Added on August 29, 2013 Last Updated on August 29, 2013 Author![]() WritersBlockNew York, CTAboutI'm back. My mind has diarrhea, constant s**t is pouring out. I just wipe it with paper and fill notebooks with it. more..Writing
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