God, I hate television. It's a complete waste. Books are better. Working burgers blows.



I'll never understand why people are so artificial. Everything. Their hair color (sometimes even hair), nails, eye color, eyelashes, breasts, lips....I understand the need for prosthesis but when has a new set of mammaries ever saved anyone's life?? Why can you not, instead, be satisfied with your initial design and attempt to improve yourself only through actions achieved within the physical and mental limits of yourself? Why are you not enough for yourself?


Then there comes things such as piercing and tattoos. Barbarism seen as beautiful and expressive. These things about people are nothing short of intriguing to me. Never have I been drinking or taking pleasure in more illegal forms of inebriaton and felt the compulsion to plunge a needle through anything on my body or allow someone to permenantly imbed my skin with a drawing that will stretch, fade, and age with me only to eventually become a wrinkly blob if old colors and liverspotted skin.


But ,I also acknowledge the fact that I'm not ever out much, have never been that social, and so, may not have been exposed to as much culture as some people....Life hasn't had too many hardships. Nobody's experience is the same. I don't judge but I speculate, at times, what one would have to be thinking for one to want to mutilate one's self.