Opinions are dogshit.

I am of the waning moon. I am Set. I come alive when all are asleep. I push past other’s peak. My energy is a deep reservoir. I know no limits, no bounds, and I’m dictated by my subconscious. I have a ruthless self-conflicting critic. I get mad at myself because it’s easier than starting conflict. I hate war, but I have been locked in a bitter battle as of late. I keep people at a distance because they lose all their mystery, and attraction, up close. I am attracted to secrets, healing, and alleviating human suffering through surreptitious spaces . I do not express myself directly, for this paragraph is the perfect example of it. I am the mars in the last house of un-doing. I am a twelfth house enigma.

I work best alone. I hate people too much to ever value their opinions. People don’t ever know what the fuck they are talking about. They think that they do, but it is really all hollowness. Living in a society is not an excuse for accepting mediocrity. Living in a society is not an excuse for conformity. Just because everybody around you is eating dogshit, does that really mean that you have to eat the dogshit too? Everybody else is doing it, right? It must have some sort of value since the herd agreed upon eating dogshit as the most efficient way to gain your recommended dose of daily protein. Things are only of value if everybody says they are. Take, for instance, a college degree.

A college degree is literally the stupidest fucking thing that you can acquire in your lifetime. I’ve understood that people died for me to get an education, but that was back when school was relevant, you know, like pre-internet. And back when school wasn’t a totally decked out capitalistic system that feeds people into indentured servitude, ooops I mean the “workforce”. When classes didn’t cost as much as a down-payment on a house, and a down-payment on a house didn’t cost as much as it takes for me to give a fuck; an arm and a leg. Like it’s literally dogshit. You go to school, rack up an unholy amount of debt in the hopes that your job wasn’t taken by the guy who went to the bosses alma mater, and slave away in the pyramid scheme known as corporate america until you can finally retire and realize that wall street has totally gambled away your 401k.

Like what the fuck is wrong with people. And on top of that, everybody must know what everybody else is doing at all times. It’s called facebook, instagram, snapchat, tiktok, and whhateverthefuckelse. It might as well be called cum rag and tiddly winks because that is what everybody is doing on those apps; either a: satisfying our base animal urges of greed, sex, violence, and power, b: feeling like shit because their 15 second life snapshot didn’t get as many likes as they wish they did, or c: contributing to the zombieworld of post-modernity.

Nothing is social about social media. What forums or discussions are taking place? Twitter does a half-assed job of that, but it’s really everybody’s emotional junk drawer. What thought-provoking material is there to be had? Dorian, you dumbass! People don’t think! You know it, I know it, they know it, EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. It is highly valued  in a society, to not think, because everybody doesn’t think. And it’s all negativity all of the time. People think that they are being positive by posting their ass for attention, but it’s for attention. Validation. Approval. I’m so mad at it because I had let its ploys deceive me. But no longer.

What can we do to change it, um well honestly nothing. There is nothing that can be called to heal a lack of ambition, desire, or what we refer to today as a love of security and comfort. People do what they want to do, no matter what, because there is no human spirit that is domitable at the end of the day. Nothing can stop someone with a will to do something, to accomplish, to achieve, to dominate, to conquer, except for themselves. Us human beings are capable of the most remarkable things on this planet, and we can have anything that we want to have, and yet and still, we choose to conform to mediocrity.

To be average. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN HERE FOR. TO SURVIVE AND THAT’S IT? TO HAVE JUST ENOUGH TO SUSTAIN OUR MEAGRE EXISTENCES AND WASTE THIS WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY THAT WE WERE GIVEN WITH NOTHING TO SHOW FOR IT? NO IMPACT. NO LIVES BEING BETTER OFF BECAUSE YOU WERE HERE? YOU’RE TOO FUCKING SPECIAL TO BE THINKING LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT!

And yet and still, everybody thinks like this, so it is perfectly reasonable and acceptable to do so. Nobody tries, and nobody cares. They are just living their life, with no clear direction. Nothing I can do to help them. It all comes from within. I can’t make anyone want anything. Even if I could, I wouldn’t, because at the end of the day, maybe that’s the role that they need to play. But I believe that everyone can achieve the life of their dreams if they really wanted to.

So now, I’ve come to the conclusion that other people’s opinions just don’t matter. As previously stated, people don’t know what the fuck that they are talking about. What am I listening to people who don’t have any passions for? People who live in fear, who gave up on life a long time ago? Fuck them. I have a deep misanthropy for humankind, but it’s honestly because I know the potential of every single human being, and it’s infuriating for people to let the smallest things stop them from being them.

Trust me, I know. I am fighting my battles every single day, but I know that I am going to come out better, stronger, and healthier for it. I’ve made it up in my mind that I want to make the biggest impact possible and to alleviate the most suffering possible in the best way that I know how, by creating. When you make a decision on something, the consequences of that decision don’t happen right away. It’s an accumulation of actions and steps towards a certain path. A process. I’m not judging anyone, and I’m sure as hell not perfect. I just want more, and I can’t take advice from people who don’t.

I am a self-guided individual. A leader. I make my own path, and I can’t take advice from people who are following the slaughterhouse. I love myself, I don’t need anything else honestly The hardest obstacle to get over was what my parents thought of me, but I pretty much trumped that when I dropped out of school. So yeah, do you, because you only live one life and you are the only one that is living it. Remember it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, and that you can't pay the bills or experience joy with opinions.