Counter-Psychology.

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Okay, so it’s a been awhile since I noted down anything in my life and now I’m at that point where I just want to explode. So my ideas are going to splattered into this rant. Enjoy.

Reality Check.

Sunday July 12, 12:30pm.
Until about 20minutes ago, I was suffering from an acute Writers’ Block. The block had occurred not long after I finished writing my Definition of Love. It happened just before I was forced to quit my job at Myer, and I could never figure out why. And then it hit me, I never realised until 20minutes ago, but it now all makes sense.

- Freedom definitely is NOT free, life is just one massive cockblock, and your friends are really just people that sit there with their hands out saying “I’ll help you in 2 years if you help me right now, but me helping you in 2 years actually matters if I get something out of it.” -

Maybe a year ago, I had sat there and said to myself that “I Walk Alone.” It had never made more sense about why until last night. Last night, I went out to the Palace (alone, of course) and just watched. I sociallized a little bit, but moreso, I just watched. I watched everyone else at the club, whether they were drinking, dancing, popping pills, doing speed, hooking up, making out, fighting, breaking bottles, falling off tables and to a lesser extent, enjoying themselves. And while watching I thought of my “friends” and what they’ve done for me, and what they claim they’ve done for me.

All of my friends (not gonna name names because it’s pretty much ALL of you) have claimed to have helped me in some way, shape or form. But why? Why do they feel the need to justify themselves when the times are tough? Why can’t they just be your friends when it’s a rough age and step up? Why? Because these so called friends of yours most likely are not your friends.

People have had this habit lately of changing their faces again. It starts from “Oh I love you. I’ll do anything for you.” And then it changes at the drop of a problem to “Get away from me. I HATE YOU!” And all the lies have come full circle and you’re left there on your knees begging for an answer. Do we ever wonder… Why?

Why is it people can always give shit, but can never take it? Has the whole concept of making jokes to break the ice gone out the fucking window? People are always so capable of dishing it out to others, but for some reason when the heat drops back on them, they’ll cower and run the fuck out like its gonna kill them.

What the fuck is wrong with people these days?

So many questions, not enough answers. But yet, if we had the answer to everything, it could quite possibly be the end of conflicts, wars, problems, the ideals of Good vs Evil. The whole thing could just disintegrate if we just had these simple answers. Simple answers, starting at the “Yes” or “No”, then moving onto explanations. Things like, closure and foreclosure and other such motives. Reasons behind failed goals, or failed relationships even, things like cheating, personality clashes. These things that CAN be worked upon, and soon after fixed. But people are just so fucking stubborn these days. Do we want to Change? It is inevitable after all, but will we welcome it? Would you?

Change. The only thing as infinite as time itself. Neither will end, one will always benefit the other. Something we are all bound to. Rules so to speak. We are bound to time and change, and we are capable of adapting to it. But again, that stubborn part of us comes into it, where we don’t want to change. We don’t want to be different. We want to be different in the sense that we (or one person as a solo) can be their own person and not care about others, but we can’t be exempt from the rule and just take a second to listen, or help.

People seem to believe that the world really is only about them. So they believe you (as a person in THEIR WORLD) should act accordingly. Be warned, calling them on their bluff will really throw a wrench in the program. They won’t be happy. Everyone always wants to talk about themselves and their stories, even going so far as to boast about how excellent their life is, not giving half a shit to anyone else around them, or even some of those that could actually use someone to talk to. It’s all just “memememememe and how good I am and how excellent my life is.” You’d never hear “How was your day?” at all, not by a long shot. Wake up idiots, no one gives a flying fuck.

Why do those that are your elders feel the need to belittle you because of that number that defines your age? Is there really that much of a superiority complex happening? Do they really feel they are bigger and better than you because of this number? Is it magic? Yes, I understand in some cases the older the wiser, but there’s only so far you can take that ideal. You can’t expect everyone to buy that bullshit when you have nothing to back it up with.

I can safely say right now that nothing is sacred in this world. This world is all about giving an inch and watching them take a mile; it’s about being offered all the stars in the universe, and yet you cannot shine enough in their eyes. Life is a “ride or collide” situation. Alot of people would just watch opportunities (of all sorts, whether its other good people, or even people getting beat on)

This is Life. This is what I know. So to me, this is Life. I believe in Fate, Karma, Change and Time. All these things are the fuel to my fire, and I will continue to burn with emotion as I continue to live my Life. You can either walk with me, or walk behind me.

Choose.

Until Next Time.

Evz (VoSx).