Society

Expressiveness is hard. If you write your opinion, you get the opinions of critics that you couldn't care less about. When you write music, people have an ideal of how it should be written, taking your creativity. When you write a poem, people judge it and think it's stupid. When you write a piece in general, everyone wants to up your word choice or change it to meet their expectations. Well, guess what society, NO ONE CARES.

Our society today has certain standards for normality. These standards, I have found, absolutely, do not, whatsoever, fit to our generation of people We have a generation of people that are not afraid to be themselves. We do what we want when we want, and we are not afraid to get into trouble. We are revolutionizing the way the world thinks. Maybe others have grown up too fast. Perhaps it's not that we are too immature, but that they are too mature. Uptight, work-addicts, staring at their computer screens during 10-hour work days until their eyes pop out of their heads. The older generation that says no to fun and yes to "be careful at any cost."

So what do they do? They cage us. They ground us, they threaten us, they keep us hidden. But we keep them hidden from our world, too.

They hide the truth from reality.
If we have "problems?" Then they put us on meds to "fix" us.
If we stand up for what we think is right? Then they tell us we're talking back.
When we get in fights at school? It's behavioral misconduct, not standing up for fellow peers.
When we share our great ideas? They shut us down to keep us right where they want us.

I would honestly say that society is the most messed-up thing in the world. Not the economy, not debt, not money, not politics, not WW 3 breaking out between siblings. Just society. Society is the one thing that threatens everyone's future, not just one generation or the other. It doesn't single any one person out, it attacks everyone. Making people believe that there's a perfect figure, when in fact, perfection is completely impossible without imperfections. For our imperfections are what make us perfect --each individually perfect--from the ideas in our bulbous heads down to that funny small toe on the end of your foot. If we followed society, the world would have been screwed over many many many many many years ago.

But thanks to those we call misfits; the ones everyone picks on, makes fun of, judges, talks about; the ones that have the guts to be different; the ones who have the confidence to stand out when no one else does; thanks to those people, the world keeps turning, people keep moving, the world goes on.