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by atribecalledcam at 11/3/2009 5:38:09 PM
It seems like everyone I know is going out to parties, getting all f**ked up, and convincing themselves that it's all worth it. Personally, I have lost faith in meeting new people. But it seems as if I really need to. For the majority of people I know, alcohol seems to raise their confidence levels. But there are soo many ulterior motives in a party enviornment, it's hard enough to still be noticed but stay out of the range of some pissed off meathead. after all is said and done, people don't go to parties to meet people, people go to parties to because that's when they feel most comfortable.
People who party, surround themselves with people that party.
and overlapping that, people at the party that smoke weed, surround themselves with other people at the party that smoke weed.
Subconscious comfort zones within a network.
Everyone lives in overlapping and intertwining networks. For the most part, people are unattached from networks unlike their own, this is the product of pretenses, both true and false. For example, I ask if you wanna go to a party, you say I dont really go to parties, well that pretense is going to hinder us from hanging out.
It is ok to step outside of your comfort zone, even when you might know better. A chance for you to grow as an individual. After all, there's a very thin line between discomfort and self-improvement. But people are just toooo busy for that.
My generation is by far the worst. I have met so many people where I find myself questioning their beating heart. Are these people really living?
It reminds me of zombies, they're all the same. and they all hang out together, and if you're with them and don't take notice of the parasitic relationship, you'll become one too.High schools seem to be the latest breeding grounds.
Being sensitive to certain energies, certain people have an upper hand being able to avoid becoming one of these said zombies.
so if you're still alive, you can find me on the rooftops with a loaded .45.
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