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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 1:46 pm
NOTE. BEFORE READING OR POSTING IN THIS THREAD, BE SURE TO WATCH THE YOUTUBE CLIP.
How many days have you spent just going through life on the path of least resistance just to be polite, courteous, and what society would deem "useful"? It seems that every day, more and more people decide to stop being people and decide to put themselves on zombie autopilot. I'm tired of it. Every day I have to fight to keep myself from going under and becoming just another teen walking the halls of the re-education center that is the United States public education system, instead of who I really am. Some days, I lose; those are the days that drag on forever in my mind and seem endless. Other days, I fight hard and strong and I make it through the day without becoming what I know I am not.
I am not a zombie. I am an artist.
I am not a conformist. I am an individual.
I am not an ant. I am a sentient being.
And I demand real human moments.
[Do not use this as an opportunity to dis the school systems, or society as a whole. This is more about humanity being sucked into conformity... because after all, what is easier to control; individuals or robots?]
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 7:31 pm
I've spent my life avoiding being an ant. For a while, I really wanted to be like everyone else. Conformity for survival. Goes back to primal instincts. Problem was, I couldn't be like everyone else. I was the one to avoid. Finally one day I just woke up. You go your way, I go mine, and we'll see who does better in the end. I am the person who makes eye contact. I'm the one who strikes up a conversation with those around me. I'm the one you can't shut up when you want to. Yet people love me. Why? Because I'm refreshing. I can talk with anyone. I don't judge or stereotype and if I find our views differ, I'll voice my opinion until we move on to something new or we get so angry we need to part. I want you to be happy and comfortable, but I also want you to think. Shun me if you must, but know I will never let up. You may not like me, but you won't forget me.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 2:45 pm
ah, I am one of those people who just corforms to the "norm", I am afraid of confrontation (I have anxiety attacks), I try to make everyone happy at the risk of my own health and sanity, I try to be Super Mom/Wife, I fade into the background. When someone asks me to discribe myself I always say Wallflower because that's who I am. So, like me or not, talk with me or not, the choice is yours because I am one of those unfortunate ants who do serve a purpose in life.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 9:13 am
I can't allow myself to be an ant... I just can't do it. There's something in my brain that makes me hug a stranger, or go on the roller coaster first, and ask uncomfortable questions. I want things to be different, and the only way I can do this is to be the difference I want to see. I want people to come out of their polite little shells and face life, and ask themselves these questions. I don't like the way life is, so I act the way life isn't.
I don't mean to insult people who are shy, or who are frightened. I just don't want them to all be the same.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 3:26 pm
As a shy person myself, it is not always easy to come out of one's shell. Sometimes by just being me I cause alot of embarassment to myself or others. Also, as a retail worker I know that not everyone wants a chatty person or someone with opinions, they just want to make thier purchases and go.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 7:52 pm
The problem with human interaction is that in truth you can never truly know someone else. You can never know how their mind works, their subconscious, their memories and the way they are affected by them. Until one can move these barriers aside, we are ants.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 4:44 pm
I am no ant. I try to interact with others. A soft smile there, a simple compliment here. Little things, to attempt to make something change. My school is not a violence-filled one, but by no means are they welcoming to others, so in there we are ants. A nod to each other and we move on...hurrying up just to wait...are we actually human?
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