real australians say cunt
What is ridiculous though, is when I found out I was to be having a daughter, I absent-mindedly filled my ipod up with female musicians – I also found myself watching and studying young girls out and about, thinking to myself that I was soon to be responsible for “one of those” – I was conscious of how much of a nut-case this must have made me look -
my distant generation are now bringing out the babies – sometimes they get it right, most of the time I see a whole new world of well-meaning parents preparing their kids for the world of rules and regulations that await them – an endless cycle of meaningless control and punishment – shit, im no expert, but admitting so pays me something – instinct always beats the rule-book, which is sadly a global best-seller, soon to be made into a movie – every movie
we have no nostalgia, because we longed for the past before it even became history
we dream and long for things that aren’t even our to dream – it could be considered life imitating art, if only it wasn’t the sickly warm and clever stylings of commercial television feeding us buzzwords and snappy modern phrases – our opinions are obvious and tired
blessed are the meek, when they’re not being pillaged by speed-freak-disciples clawing at each other, just trying to stay ahead of the person next to them – learning everything they know from the modern world – every one of their opinions stolen from someone else, whose opinion they merely agreed with – that’s all it takes, apparently
my disowned generation are writing down “bucket-lists”, which are merely a list of european cities with sky-diving and the aurora borealis thrown in somewhere - I despise the thought and the mention of these lists – burn them all, and see what life presents you – try and understand that it is endless
my disowned generation believe in themselves far too much, drunk on cyber-confidence and high on social-network recognition – self-doubt is an underrated tool – used properly, it can open your mind to a brand new world of possibilities and truths – I want the world to treat me as though I know nothing – I want to be a blank canvas to everything and everyone, everyday – being a master of your environment, taking ownership of your life, is always ugly situation - and when you wipe away your hollow, blind confidence, you’ll find it’s impossible too.
we eat our breakfast for fifty dollars in a café that has been designed to look like a dusty warehouse because it makes us feel as though we are a part of something different, and doing it together, when we could easily eat a bowl of cereal at a bus stop
our longing for community is only strong because it is where we can show how far we’ve come, talk about what we’re doing, and wear our new jeans - our success is a self-righteous one, a feeling that we’ve impressed people who really don’t give a shit – each other
our harsh-judgements are veiled with fashionable, trending, “disgust of the week” concern for the environment – this is where I stand, they’ll tell you, as they sit in the confines of their lounge-rooms without a television, plagued with wi-fi anxiety
3 common sayings I regularly disprove:
there’s no such thing as a silly question
there are no wrong answers
actions speak louder than words
you never stop worrying about your kids
diamonds are a girls best friend
