Read This?

This is the first entry of something that will be cared about by few and read by nobody.

Hell, if that won't stop me nothing will.

I spend a lot of time thinking. About what? Doesn't matter. Science, math, philosophy, video games, you name it. A lot of the time it's a retreat from dealing with life. Why? Because life sucks. Life doesn't suck in a suicidal emo way, or a manic depressive artist way, but in a general "society's gone down the shitter" way. We're born, we're taught a plethora of things (most of which we will never use in life), we go to college, drink and take drugs, get a job, hopefully get married and have kids, get old, and die. Granted, there will be moments that take our breath away in the meantime, but in the end, a very small number of us will leave an impression in society for future generations. If you take the portion of people who made groudbreaking discoveries and slice that into little pieces, only one of those pieces is actually worth studying. That little slice contains those who were seen as destroyers of society. That little slice contains the only people that can help society open its eyes.

OJ Simpson, the "innocent" murderer, proved that the wealthy can buy their verdict in the court of law. The terrorists who destroyed the World Trade Center proved that one of the most powerful nations in the world can crumble from a few guys and a couple planes. Charles Manson proved how pliable man is and how far we are willing to go for a little sense of security. Ted Bundy proved that an education and good looks are enough to throw the police off your scent for a while. The Joker (and by this I'm referring to the character and mindset of The Joker, not literally Heath Leger's character in The Dark Knight) "proved" that with a little anarchy, society can fall to its knees. 

Why the hell should you care? I don't know, and if you don't why did you read this far? The bottom line is, we've obsessed with material goods to the point of needing them to survive everyday life. Perishables and necessities aren't enough any more. John Doe can't bear watching Pay-Per-View on his 32" television any more. He needs that new 40" one. Jane Smith could never be seen with her '07 Prada handbag in public. She needs the '08 model. We see ourselves by what we own and what we wear. Granted, I like to look nice, but I don't define myself off of what pair of torn jeans I'm wearing.

I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm not preaching a new way of looking at life. I'm not writing this for anyone except those who'll read it.