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Panties: A rant...
07:14 Aug 30 2008
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I am not sure just WHY I have to get this out of my system right now... but alas, I gave up denying my muses a long time ago.



I would like to state for the record that... this just might not have a point to it.



I went underwear shopping today (I know, I know, just give me a moment here). As usual, it was an... uncomfortable experience.



I think the underwear collection I had to wade through to find just basic, simple, untacky undies pretty much sums up just WHY I loathe so very much of humanity.



I have recently made it kind of a point to try and break away from my comfort zone of basic black lace thongs... I even managed to buy a couple of red ones not long ago... so I walked past my trusty rack and into... my own personal version of hell.



Are pedophiles alone designing panties now? I have NEVER in my life seen such an array of froufrou, pastel, cutesy, artsy, fluffy things in my life. Animals and teddy-bears, and polka dots and... *gag*



Do fully grown women *really* wear this stuff? Are most of my peers running around with frogs on their panties, and I'm just missing a trend?



The thing is... its the idea that bothers me more than the panties. I see so very much immaturity in people these days... it feels like no one ever really grows up anymore. I see people I went the high school with that are EXATALY the same as the day we left school... I have known people for 10 years that have never matured, never grown, and just never may.



We live in a culture that seems to try to stop us from maturing past about 16. I know 25 year olds who are more giggly and immature than I was at 13. No one has a sense of responsibility, a sense of purpose, nor a sense of where they are going in life... no, they are more worried about their TV shows, their Pop culture, and their gossip.



Vanity runs amok... no one cares about who you are or who you could become... no, they just want to know your a/s/l and if your easy to get into the sack... do you look good enough? Own the right purse? Own the right shoes? Are you part of the properly delegated subculture???



How may I file you today sir!



*Sigh*



This is why I am rarely let out into public people... The very simple act of buying underwear makes me seethe.



~A~

On Passion...
16:11 Aug 28 2008
Times Read: 692








Cheapened humanity. That is what I see when I look around me... a culture of people who live their entire lives without actually living.



Everything they strive for is so shallow... I wonder if they will ever know what it means to be alive and awake in this world... and I wonder if they could survive it if they were.



The lack of passion for life disturbs me when I see it... so like zombies they work and die like solder ants. Do they know what could await them if they turned away from expectations and the bland colors of normalcy?



Blegh. I’m not complaining so much as contemplating. I have learned to see a different world... a world of passion and color and pain that I love... Life burns in me like a fire, pushing me forward to the unknown and the exciting.



Every day a blessing... every pain treasured... Every moment measured for what it truly means to me, not some social filter I’m supposed to see it through.



There is the whole issue I think... I have rejected societies rules... I let what is wild and untamable within me have a place of importance. And it scares them... scares the living hell out of those who like to know what to expect, who dislike wild surprises heading their way.



Wild... agh... yes... Wild. Passionate… in an honest way that seems to be almost gone today.



Remember passion??? Not arousal… not generic hornyness… but passion?



Most people don’t I have found. Passion swells, heats, courses through every last inch of you, setting fires that cannot be burned out by mere fucking. Passion demands more than a physical act… it demands a passionate return… that is the only way to quench it… senses afire, a touch more than a touch, a look laden with more meaning that words could ever dare try to carry…



Do they even miss it? Are they that dead inside? Are they that scared of feeing something other than the ghosts of what we as humanity are truly capable of?



Its so sad. They are missing so much…