2/16/11 Updates

So, currently in class. I should be reading other peoples blogs, but after about 5, I truly don't feel like reading any anymore. It's not so much that I'm tired of what people have to say. Quite the opposite. It's that I'm almost bored of mine. It seems like I want to be open to a world that doesn't give a damn about what I feel or think or say...and I guess that's why I lie when I do.

The world forgets those who live on it's edges and who's only goal is to sit there acumulating arcane knowledges of the obscure, uncared for, irrelivant, or all out occult. No one really, tuly cares what you have to say so long as it fits within there tiny box of perspective in their creation of reality. I shouldn't care so much. Humans are inherintly flawed, and I don't try to claim myself any higher than anyone else, but it's dissapointing to see just how uncaring we can be towards eachother for a "social race".

I'll tell people what they want to know, if that's what they wanted to hear. But they don't. No one does. They want to hear "yes, you're right" or "wow, that's true" because deep down, they all want there own little world to be the right one. As for me? I want the truth of it all. I want someone to come up to me and tell me "you're wrong" and show me a different world. My world is constantly changing and morphing to fit my latest adaptations to the vast expance of uncontainability this universe is...and yet I feel so stuck.

I can't pretend I don't think myself correct, or that things I do are the right way in my eyes and often what I precieve as the right way overall, but I just wish that more often I could be told I'm wrong and put on some sort of track instead of just being nodded and smiled to by masked faces who's only use is the hide the snikers and whispers of "did you see what he did?" and "who is this fool anyways?"

I'm sorry for the rant, and if I had more to report I would. I guess this world just doesn't care for those who tell and act in the name of the truth.
The decitful win.
The world is sin.
Why ask for thanks when making bank,
 when all is great, world on your plate you wait...

....and then it comes that time you need someone else, but all you see is a sea of blank expresions and turned backs. So you put on yours and fall back into it.