Random Thoughts and Killing Time

So, another day, in the hallway. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. And almost 2 hours to kill. Sometimes it seems that all we do...kill time until the next thing comes along. Been wondering about that lately, don't know why. Yesterday was a strange day, in more ways than one. Sometimes I wonder about people. I gave up wondering about myself years ago. My mantra is...I've Always Been Crazy, But It's Kept Me From Going Insane. (Thank You, Waylon Jennings for my mantra).
So, onto the ramblings of this post, whatever they might be. I don't have a plan, a set topic, then again most of the time I don't. After I finish up today, I'll be done for the rest of the week. Right now, I find myself sitting and watching people...young people. Feels weird calling them young, cause I am young myself, but I have noticed the ones younger than I am...the "20-somethings"...it's scary, very scary.
This new breed, this up-and-coming generation truly scares the hell out of me. They think they know everything, act like they are far superior, and dress either like a 10 cent hooker or a homeless person. The 10 cent hookers are what I have been seeing all morning. Seriously, girls, if it just a piece of fabric big enough to blow your nose..it is NOT a suitable piece of clothing! If a tic tac is bigger than your top...change your top! If you want the whole world to know everything physical about you but your eye color, keep dressing like a tramp. There is such a thing as taste, look into that, I beg you.
When you see these barbie dolls, it makes you wonder why they think they need to dress like they belong on a stage or a street corner. They look like poster girls for either pedophiles, human traffickers, or just the leeches leering in corners. If that is what you think of yourself, then guess what, your insecurities trump the hell out of my own. Why is it so important to have a style guru..what does Kim Kardashian have that normal women don't? Besides an overblown ego and an ass that is already beginning to sag? Why is she your "guru"? She's too messed up to be anything for anyone, even herself.
These "women" aren't real. They are made up, they are fictional characters who live in some sort of twisted, fractured fairy tale. Where the amount you spend dictates your popularity, where how many times you have been to rehab or married determines your social status. This isn't Hollywood, no glitz, no glamor, no grand determining factors...like Ben Stiller wrote...Reality Sucks.
But reality isn't even that anymore...when its telling young girls that to be appreciated in this world you have to be a size 0, blonde, and a vapid airhead. Or its telling young men that it's cool to beat your girlfriend and demean her. Or it puts more focus onto your bank account than your bankability.In the old days one of the biggest style icons was Marilyn Monroe, born Norma Jean Baker, a brunette mind you, a size 12 brunette. Put some bottle blonde on her, change her name and viola..a sex symbol. Change the perception, and create your own. But you wonder, if good ole Norma Jean hadn't become Marilyn...would she be alive today?
It's difficult enough in the world today without wondering who you have to be from one week to the next. When you have to change your style like you change your socks. What does it matter to you? The idea of being an individual has gone out the window in a lot of ways. Everyone wants to be someone else. The days of being yourself, thinking for yourself, being proud of yourself have all but gone away. Now it's everyone for someone else, that someone else is basically the flavor of the week. Next week, onto the next. Hollywood is dead, it isn't real, it is nothing but an elaborate system of smoke and mirrors. But we buy into it. Hook, line and sinker. We want to be that glamorous person, live that glamorous life, but that starlet or that leading man...but you don't understand one thing...that isn't real! Sorry ladies, George Clooney isn't going to sweep you off your feet, Johnny Depp isn't going to be your baby daddy. And, to the men, sorry boys, but Angelina Jolie wouldn't find you attractive. Pamela Anderson wouldn't give a rats ass about you, and only men like George Clooney can get a woman like Stacy Keebler.
What you seek is inside yourself. You can be that glamorous person and never leave your hometown, you can be special and never be famous. Ask yourself one question, what would you say if the celebrity whose life you crave said that they wanted your life? Would you believe them? Laugh in their face? Or would you instead offer them an glimpse into what you deal with everyday? Maybe they'd enjoy the mundane, the boring, the black hole that you see yourself living in. Because they can't. Their lives are not their own, they are paraded around the ring like the Best In Show at Westminster. They aren't seen as people, but as almost property, and we are the ones who own them. Slavery isn't dead, it's just called celebrity now. It doesn't discriminate, it can be black, white, brown, blue, purple..in Hollywood it's everyone. But yet, we still want to be in that world...maybe that's human curiosity, maybe we are all basically the Marquis De Sade, and we want the pain, we don't really know.

The video above says it very simply....."Hollywood is dead. You can find it in yourself."