Thursday, February 25, 2010

Idiot Savant

My Dear Idiot Savant's,

I bet you're sorry now…..

Slightly sincerely and never again yours,

Tiffany Grace

Monday, February 8, 2010

Pink Houses

I am not the most educated of people, at least not on paper. Apparently, paper is very powerful as we go through so much to achieve this paper. We work for four plus years, get down on one knee, kill in the name of our country, labor 8 hours a day 7 day's a week, bleed, die, you name it and we have done it for different kinds of paper. How then do we obtain all of this paper for its demand? We cut down the one source of life that keeps the breath in our lungs. It is no wonder that the paper is slowly suffocating us all. It's no wonder that we all secretly strive to rebel against the paper. Knowing that there is something more out there than little pink houses with white picket fences, and yet we just can't walk away.

We sign away our lives to these papers as if our souls were dangling at the ends of our last names, but we're not holding the pen.

Interestingly enough, society is holding the pen because that is whom we are all living for. Who exactly is this society? The dictionary describes them as this "a highly structured system of human organization for large-scale community living that normally furnishes protection, continuity, security, and a national identity for its members: American society." I'll bet you never knew you were part of "a highly structured system of human organization". Curious that they have to specify this is an actual human practice. With due justice given it's barbaric animal like tendencies, though without as much grace as I am giving it credit for.

Living breathing things would never be so asinine as to cut their own life support in order to obtain paper. Oh, but we are, we are willing to die for this acceptance in order to prove our love, competence, loyalty, dignity, pride and so on. This isn't about saving the trees, the air, and the planet. It's about saving yourself, from you. Keeping the faith that conformity is really just another form of cancer. Silently eating away your dreams and passion as it fills your body with its disease. If I were you, I would save myself. The noose is already around your neck; I would remove it before "a highly structured system of human organization" kicks the bench.