Monday, October 31, 2022

Subcultures

It’s weird to think about how at one point life was a lot simpler. Kids and adults didn’t have brain
rotting distractions, we at one point were solely divided by arbitrary things. On the topic of
arbitrary things, subcultures, I love them. As a chronic people watcher, I find people and the
things they define themselves fascinating. I’ll walk down my hallways and notice a stereotypical
jock, and then I'll turn my head and there will be an alternative kid. It’s always fun to watch how,
in a way, everything is like a less dramatized version of the terrible teen coming of age movies. I
love being an observer, It’s like being a director. I don’t have many friends, and in turn, I spend
more time watching people than I do trying to participate in the mindless game we call school.
Subcultures and the rise of aesthetics have become a huge part of our society. Even I have an
aesthetic. I would say I’m a boarding school student who just discovered punk music or a want
to be Laura Palmer. It’s gotten fairly easy to pinpoint who is who, it’s a game I play with myself.
The popular people wear the newest trends, the nerds carry books and have too many pens,
and the goths are insufferable. I don’t hate goths, just every “alt” person I’ve met has been
annoying and rude. Back to the point, it’s funny how you can really tell the group's apart. It’s like
each other group is a different sickness. I’ve always loved people watching. It’s like being a part
of a story that isn't yours, it’s an escape from reality. Some days I just look at people and wonder
what their lives are like. I wish I could make a movie about all the interesting people I’ve met.
We all have different stories, sometimes they overlap, but we are all main characters of some
sort of film. People are strange. Life is strange.
“I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen
to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Friday, October 28, 2022

Cold morning thoughts

Life has been passing me by like a cold train. Fast and too distant to see any faces. I wish I
could catch a ride but I've been stuck at the melancholy inn for as long as I can remember.
I’m not necessarily a sad person, I have days where life feels full and like everything is okay but
most days pass me by. I feel like an observer. Like a director with no control.
I can hear the sounds of the world, the warmth of people’s voices but none seem to really reach
me. I only feel the cold sting as my peers pass me by. The empty halls give me no warmth. Only old yells of past memories. The lighters that were once lit and the fires that have been put to rest. 
I wish I too could play with fire, but I have no matches. How do I make a legacy if no one is giving me the chance.
“A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by
only see a wisp of smoke”
― Vincent Van Gogh

Thursday, October 27, 2022

Welcome

 “Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
Bram Stoker, Dracula