High School Never Ends

Status: Another week to go yo.
Song: High School Never Ends by Bowling For Soup
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When I was in high school, I used to listen to Bowling For Soup's High School Never Ends.
 By the way, if you clicked on the link to the song, most of the songs recommended are what I used to listen to when I was a teenager.

I told myself that this song can't be that deep.

But it was deep. So deep that this week was the epitome of the song.
The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends.
HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDS.



As I gleefully read all the mean tweets and opinions from everyone about what happened this week, I realized I'm still that person who walked by and stared at the two girls pulling at each other's hair after school.

I was not horrified by that although they were someone I knew. 
I was fascinated by it.

It's like watching tv without the screen getting in the way.
I was not that sad when one of them moved away.

I couldn't care less.


Or that one time, when a mysterious blog appeared and posted shitty things about all the popular girls in the school.

Some of them were my friends.

But I was not enraged by it. I was not offended.
I gleefully read it like I was reading nasty comments on ONTD.


High school realness. Can't believe this was our class page. THE SIMPSONS REEALLLYYY.
What I'm trying to say is; 

When anger/frustration overwhelmed you, shits like this happened. 
It's human nature. 
Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Say what you wanna say. 
Make sure you post it on a very public medium so everyone can talk about it next day.

That is our generation, people. Hiding behind the laptop screen while posting nastiest comment and say the shittiest things.

I did that when I was in high school. 
I backstabbed.
I talk shit.
I used the anonymous privilege and pranked people.

It's normal.

This is our legacy

Embrace it.

By the way, ONTD is my guiltiest pleasure of all time. 
When nothing interesting happens in real life, I go there and read the comments.

They're so mean and nasty but I read it all the time and laugh like it's the joke of the century. 
I value their faceless, gay-porny profile picture opinions so much.

I live for this shit.

I AM A TRASH.


POUR WATER OVER THAT BURN.

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