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Couple of things you should know about me, One: I don’t like you. I don’t know you and I don’t like you. It’s not your fault, I have been programmed this way, An overbearing, overprotective monarch of a father Combined with school yard bullies, Teachers, priests, mother, Evil grandmother, And bad 1980’s movies all combined to ensure that I don’t like you. Stranger Danger, Go away. Two: You don’t know me. How could you? I don’t know myself. The ‘me’ you find presented before you is nothing more than layers of ******** piled one on top of the other, By family, friends, school yard bullies, Morning cartoons, Atari, broken hearts and a mind that never sleeps, (Certainly never shuts the **** up!) A product of a society No more advanced in this age of information Then when we crawled out of the proverbial goo, Cheaply constructed, covered with flashy pleasing knick-knacks, Prettily packaged and presented for your purchase, Swipe your credit card debt here please, Yet not build to last.   I am lost somewhere deep beneath the ‘me’ that was chosen by ‘You’.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Couple of Things You Should Know
Couple of things you should know about me, One: I don’t like you. I don’t know you and I don’t like you. It’s not your fault, I have been programmed this way, An overbearing, overprotective monarch of a father Combined with school yard bullies, Teachers, priests, mother, Evil grandmother, And bad 1980’s movies all combined to ensure that I don’t like you. Stranger Danger, Go away. Two: You don’t know me. How could you? I don’t know myself. The ‘me’ you find presented before you is nothing more than layers of ******** piled one on top of the other, By family, friends, school yard bullies, Morning cartoons, Atari, broken hearts and a mind that never sleeps, (Certainly never shuts the **** up!) A product of a society No more advanced in this age of information Then when we crawled out of the proverbial goo, Cheaply constructed, covered with flashy pleasing knick-knacks, Prettily packaged and presented for your purchase, Swipe your credit card debt here please, Yet not build to last.   I am lost somewhere deep beneath the ‘me’ that was chosen by ‘You’.
This has been popping in and out of my head for years. Not sure where it comes from but thought best to explore it.
#sad#life#lost#society#philosophy#you#me#angry#identity#choose
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Mooretosay
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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