Life is strange.
I'm currently working on a drawing that I haven't put much thought into but now that I am I really think it could be my best yet. The main object is a face, but behind the face there are wires running around the page in a kind of detailed circles. I could explain it pretty easily and say that the society is the one controlling the cords, and I believe that up to a point.
I believe that the way our society works with what is right and wrong by its standards influences our daily decisions such as: What we wear, what we like, and even what we eat and when we eat it. Not all of them are bad, but in other cases it is very bad. What we like for example.
Kids are cruel. No one is going to object to that fact, but when we change our mind sets to please society, which many of us do whether we do it consciously or subconsciously is a different matter. Anyway, when we change our mindesets to please society some interests may be broken because we don't want to be different or stick out because it makes life much more difficult than it should be. I was influenced by this to the extremes in middle school. Having come from a private school where I was completely oblivious to the unspoken rules of society, I ran into such a culture shock at a vital period in my life. I will never switch schools on my kids like that just because I remember how hard it was on me to switch...
Anyway, the unspoken rules all of the other kids knew but didn't decide to tell me, I learned eventually but not like all the other kids. Some of these carmel brats knew the rules before they even went to middle school, most likely because of older siblings, but these created a (not really upper since we are at carmel but I guess so) a Bratty class. These are the ones that take the rules overboard and turn into whores and alcoholics. Then we have the Snobs. These kids are upper class and they show they are upper class by acting like they are in their own Gossip Girl tv series. The Snobs are mostly friendly with one another cuz they hafta stick together, but at the same time they are constantly gossiping about their 'friends' and always hafta worry about the same for them. Fun.
After them we get to the Above Average team. They are good at everything and keep their noses out of things they shouldn't and are generally liked by everyone. Congrats. The fact that I actually on occasion do express an emotion other than happiness keeps me out of this group. Just kidding folks.
Shall I keep going? There are three or four more class groups but lets go to the bottom of the ladder if i can spell it right. The Nerds. These people are smart and intelligent and the ones that can actually communicate on an emotional level with people without it being awkward are really nice, and I like em. Problem? They don't know the general rules of Socialness. They don't follow the social rules and they are thrown at the bottom of the caste. Unfair, yes. But unfortunately the same thing works in real life. The guy that has the coolest car is seen as better than the guy driving the 1980 Oldsmobile. So on a side note, why is it again that adults think kids are so cruel when they do the exact same thing?
In any case, the caste flips after college. Many of the Brats and Snobs don't make it thru cuz they get knocked up about their Sophmore year or OD on drugs and their hearts stop. Whatever the case it leaves the Above Average class the top spot and Nerds are still at the bottom next to people who decide to go to Ivy Tech.
So guess what I just figured out? Why Americans go through a generation of complete idiots and then a generation of smarts. The Brats and Snobs drop out early cuz they get knocked up, their kids are frickin retarded, they go to school and fail and become the next president or whatever until a decade later all the Above Average to Nerds make babies when they are suposed to and make smart babies who go on to fix everything the stupids made. Make sense? Hahhahahaha. Didn't think so.
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