Rye Boheme

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February 2011

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Web Whiners

I have never understood the way people bare their souls on facebook. It’s the “tortured age” I suppose, and it seems like everyone I know has some childhood trauma or disorder that they feel they need to flaunt infront of everyone else. Sort of like an “I’m more fucked up than you” contest. Teenagers want attention from anyone, for anything.

When ever I log onto facebook, my newsfeed is almost always cluttered with “fishing posts” I call them this because their sole purpose is to grab your attention and your sympathy. Posts like “trying to survive” and “I ate a cracker today and I feel discusting” Emediatly reciprocate comments and responces saying: “You’re stronger than that” and “You’ll get through this” all from well meaning friends and family who are sucked in and consumed be these attention black-holes of children.

The honest truth is that anything these people are actually doing to themselves is in the quest for attention more than anything. Think about it. If you were actually in a situation where you truely felt the need to starve, or cut, or drug, because that’s what you needed to survive the day, you wouldn’t go advertizing it on facebook! This masochism is your salvation, your vice! And no-one who has such a vice is going to risk people finding out! Risk having it stolen from them! Trust me. The goth girl with all black clothing and hair sulking in the back of the room is not the one in need of your help. It’s the quiet girl wearing blue jeans in the middle of your english class who dosen’t come to lunch and only smiles to assure others that she’s okay. Her biggest fear is being helped. She is fighting back tears and covering scars to avoid it.

Feb 25, 2011
She's a Bitch

Confession time: I an a compulsive bitch. I have a very low tolerance for people in general, and an even lower one for people who embrace stupidity as a life style. But hey! Ignorance is bliss, right? I was born about 30 years old. I was raised in the real world amongst people in an ideal one. That was tough, but im stronger for it. I don’t have much patience for pettiness, or “high school drama” when I’ve got more pressing matters on my mind. That’s me, the misunderstood artist. So much for avoiding chliché’s. My friends, (all several years my senior) are accustomed to my personality, they know I shoot to kill. I’m brutally honest, and that, more often than not, makes me mean. I never meant to become “popular”. And I’m not, really. I guess it’s my selectivness, and exclusivity that make me some sort of a coveted friend. Im mean. I really, truely am a MEAN girl. And i hate that, but I can’t help it. I just don’t get along with other people. So yes. I am a bitch. I don’t know if I deserve to be, but who does? I have more than my share of pain and grief, but should that warrant my ability to crush and cut down others? Probably not, but then again, I don’t have to care. I’m a bitch, remember?

Feb 24, 2011
“How do you document real life, when real life’s getting more like FICTION each day?” —Jonathan Larson’s RENT
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