Sonez wrote:What do you expect from us? We were born during the thatcherite reign of terror and reared on music-video images of jailbait teenage buttocks; goaded by the media into furiously wanking away the hours over pictures of Britney Spears and other equally vapid sluts who, in all likelihood, would never fuck us even if they weren't famous. Talk about fucking role-models.
Our parents apply a healthy mixture too much pressure or not enough, and consequently we become either too ambitious or utterly hopeless. Sure, some of us dream, but how many people actually make something of themselves? The few and far between. Subconsciously we realise the futility of our romantic ideals. This is, of course, a heavy burden to bear at such a young age. The only thing to take our minds away from our impending decline into 9-til-5 monotony is a long stream of endless, meaningless present experiences. Fucking, fighting and getting hammered help us forget that one day all we'll have left is a warm glass of whiskey in the evening and routine sex with a wife who got fat after popping out her 4th sprog - which will, incidentally, either sap another 12 grand a year out of our salary OR provide a little extra benefit money - so that's a win win situation.
Understand that whilst this is life to those living it, it is a nightmare to those who see it in the future. Distancing and separation make the transition easier to cope with. That is why we have fashion, dialects and image to sustain us. It is a rejection of an adult lifestyle - we don't want to grow up spending our saturdays painting the front of the house, wearing a sweat-stained wifebeater and lamenting over what could have been. So we dress different, talk different, act different and aspire to be different. Of course, it is a struggle we'll never win.
Let the youth have their moment. It isn't easy growing up.
:: Edit :: I'd like to clarify that this is predominantly bullshit, but I'm bored. Don't judge me.
The jean thing annoys me when its stupid emo kids with their flat black hair and black clothes ,, urr cant be bothered to write more, everyone is gay except me
What do you expect from us? We were born during the thatcherite reign of terror and reared on music-video images of jailbait teenage buttocks; goaded by the media into furiously wanking away the hours over pictures of Britney Spears and other equally vapid sluts who, in all likelihood, would never fuck us even if they weren't famous. Talk about fucking role-models.
Our parents apply a healthy mixture too much pressure or not enough, and consequently we become either too ambitious or utterly hopeless. Sure, some of us dream, but how many people actually make something of themselves? The few and far between. Subconsciously we realise the futility of our romantic ideals. This is, of course, a heavy burden to bear at such a young age. The only thing to take our minds away from our impending decline into 9-til-5 monotony is a long stream of endless, meaningless present experiences. Fucking, fighting and getting hammered help us forget that one day all we'll have left is a warm glass of whiskey in the evening and routine sex with a wife who got fat after popping out her 4th sprog - which will, incidentally, either sap another 12 grand a year out of our salary OR provide a little extra benefit money - so that's a win win situation.
Understand that whilst this is life to those living it, it is a nightmare to those who see it in the future. Distancing and separation make the transition easier to cope with. That is why we have fashion, dialects and image to sustain us. It is a rejection of an adult lifestyle - we don't want to grow up spending our saturdays painting the front of the house, wearing a sweat-stained wifebeater and lamenting over what could have been. So we dress different, talk different, act different and aspire to be different. Of course, it is a struggle we'll never win.
Let the youth have their moment. It isn't easy growing up.
:: Edit :: I'd like to clarify that this is predominantly bullshit, but I'm bored. Don't judge me
