And the best is yet to come, no, well not really. I just haven’t had that inner indulgence to write about what is stirring me lately. So I started this blog a few years ago, I jumped back to it when shit was going sour in late 2010, I still couldn’t write much then cause of the circumstances surrounding me. The name is perfect, The best name for this blog I feel, mindless garbage, that is what comes out of me, mainly. Sometimes I will write something even I feel inspired by. Sometimes. Anyway here is another installment:
Is it possible for people to change? really possible to change? I mean for sure you cannot tell someone to change and they just do it, for you. doesn’t happen like that, it needs to be a personal decision. A decision which has been thought about night after night, whilst listening to certain songs, whilst reading certain books. People cannot make you change it needs to be a personal choice.
Monster Children: A magazine I’m sure many of my readers (if any) are aware of. Yet again another perfect name and was once, written and edited by an intelligent bloke. Obviously no longer, Social media, I feel is becoming the death of this once reputable magazine. The editor is a dick waiting for an explosion. Obviously like many other people in Australian employment, he is too young and too inexperienced for his position. Taking drugs, smoking, drinking to excess, partying as if your last day - following the fucking crowd. Get your own direction. Tweens these days not only dress as 20+ somethings but also act like it. I remember when I was a tween, well 13-17 wearing all red outfits, red cap, red shirt, red shorts, red shoes. You know why? Not because it was in a fucking magazine of what some famous dick was wearing but because apparently I liked red. Now it is about whatever these ill informed editors are writing about that the masses will complete, General Pants are making a fucking killing out of skinny jeans and muscle tees, “it was in this months issue of follow”
Unfamous and infamous - Since I got foxtel (which is disappearing next week, thank christ) I have heard of more ‘famous’ people than I would care to. These people who live mundane existances, but ‘all’ of us tune in just to see how they are “keeping up” - What have we become? why is our society becoming so ill informed of what to do and when to do it.
Moral to this story is get your own fucking life, choose your own fucking existance, wear what you want, do what you want. Don’t worry about judgement, in the end it is only you that can make you happy, remember that.
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