“The security of society lies in custom and unconscious instinct, and the basis of the stability of society, as a healthy organism, is the complete absence of any intelligence amongst its members. The great majority of people being fully aware of this, rank themselves naturally on the side of that splendid system that elevates them to the dignity of machines, and rage so wildly against the intrusion of the intellectual faculty into any question that concerns life, that one is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.” ― Oscar Wilde
From day 1, society has cut your wings, and will falsely claim for the next 20 years of your life that “you can be anything you’ve ever dreamed of being.” So long as what you dream of doesn’t fall off society’s line. Stand tall pretty girl, and do as you’re told. You can still learn to fly with broken wings. To the sole exception that you won’t be able to fly too far away from the ones who have cut them from you.
Just like an animal, that even abused will come back licking its owner’s hands, we come back every day complying to the rules of society. Even worse is that we’ll convince ourselves that it’s not as bad as we think it is. This is exactly what goes on in the mind of someone who’s been abused.
Fuck me up, and I’ll still beg for your destructive touch. Rebelling is out of question when your life isn’t in your own hands anymore. That’s exactly what happened the day we chose to give our conformity to society. “Till death do us part, I’ll be your little puppet. Use me as you wish.”
If you choose the route of non-conformity, be ready to defend your ideals like your life depends on it. Because you have to remember that society’s metrics at evaluating its blind followers are very skewed. If you can’t fit in a box, why not discard the fucking box? Society could care less about your suggestions. There’s no place for rethinking a model that is made to make you lose at this game of life. Double standards at its best. Give me productivity, and if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a decent chunk of money.
