SO!
I sat down with my notepad and brainstormed about what I had to tell the world. I wrote this in class while my professor droned on about the definition of family:
There is an unfortunate difference between having something to say and simply saying things. I hear people in my school talking all the time. A constant stream of hollow, self-obsessed babble. I have to wonder if their friends are thinking the same thing I am: Nobody cares how long you let your phone charge last night. Some of them think they have an important thought to share, but it's mostly recycled anger from smarter people who had a good point several decades ago. So much of their reactionary cynicism is inspired by people they didn't know and can't even identify with. Get your own righteous indignation, I say!
I have since reread that passage and find it to be empty and wholly unoriginal. You might even call it hypocritical...bitterly scribbling words out of the pretentious presumption that I was being intelligent and superior.
So after having my crisis of self-esteem yesterday, I figured I'd sit down this morning and actually create an original piece of work. I landed on the idea I felt needed to be shared and began to type out the following
I would like to tell you a true story about a seed. Most stories that that people tell you that have seeds in them start with the seed getting planted and then growing into something good and lush and covered in moral leaves and plot-twigs. In this story, a seed gets planted which is quite bad--a bad seed you might say--but then that seed plants another seed which grows into a thing that is full of ambiguity-buds and possibility-bark.
That's how far I got before I decided I was really going nowhere with a rather plain idea that wasn't necessarily going to have an effect on anybody. Anybody. I am, after all, a blogger. I should be getting my shitty opinions across in short, to-the-point...well...blogs. So here's the point plain and simple.
I think internet culture is leading to an eventual universal acceptance of homosexuality. As it is, internet and online culture is charged with homo-eroticism that I would guess most of the people it affects are completely unaware of. Being that it originated from hatred and intolerance, it makes sense that they wouldn't even realize it. But the truth is that the overexposure to eat-my-dick and you-know-you-want-it "humor" has made homo-eroticism normal and widely accepted among a generation that started out drenched in 'gay is bad' propaganda.
Like I said, eventual. It's a long-run sort of thing but I think it could be a good thing some day. I dunno, maybe I'm naive and hopeful. Anyhow, I got my point across goddammit! Chew on it.
Still pretty sure I haven't said anything,
- Sad Blogger
