forgo the bureaucratic rules & regulations

sorry that i haven't written anything lately.
seriously, ghost reader who never assures their existence with a comment or follow, i truly apologize.

my life has been on a roll lately, both good & bad. i've been in a strange way.


egh, i thought about sprucing this post up with a really stellar picture, but i'm going to stroke this entry down to its bare minerals & leaving it up to you, the reader, to continue reading although there are no visual illustrations or flashy sparkly colours. k.

i've been noticing some shit about all of these little nest-like subcultures, that have a not-so-secret password to get into. such as, style of dress, music, hair styles, even makeup. then i started reviewing the people i talk to on facebook, because if you haven't already guessed by the low follower count on my blog, i really don't have very many friends.

i talk to a variety of different people on facebook, i am part of no set subculture. even my bestest of best friends are all completely different in music, hair styles, & they way in which they have decided to dress. their manorisms may be similar but still they are active members of the subcultures, that have been socialized into.

any how, if i actually have a point to the pointlessness of posting this into the void that may only consist of two people, on Saturday i watched a movie called Penelope [loveee you Mitchell] & she had a cute little pig nose that everyone was so disgusted by. it was a curse from generations before her.
in order to find a suitor she talked to them behind a mirror of which she could see out from but they could not see her, they normally loved her personality. then when she came out from behind the glass, they ran out of a window.  leaving her to feel countless emotions that i cannot even pretend i can relate to.

but the two that came to mind was dehumanization & alienation. sounds extreme, but hello you have no idea.


i wish people could fall in love with personality first, but thats impossible. if behind the mirror came every physical aspect that i personally thought was the worst thing in the whole wide world. i think i would open my book of excuses & start listing on after the other.

but excuses are like assholes, i'm told, everyyyyyyyoneeess got one. i guess, we should decorate them & get unique with it? :]