Chapter 25: (Sorry, I realize I'd already posted the previous one, so here's a filler)

On writing an autobiography:
I have nothing against it. Seriously, some may think that writing a book all about one's own achievements may get boring and have no relative importance, but hey, that's the one thing someone can talk about for hours on end: oneself. I mean, if I could get paid to write my life's story, I most definitely would, but since I'm a yet-to-be-discovered wonder, blogs are all I can get. And, being a textbook narcissist and wallower, I've filled up this blog with romanticized stories and nonsense about a world I wish I lived in. I look around me, and I realize that I hate a lot of people. Actually, no, not hate, really. I just...I don't particularly care for their existence, which is worse (and it's even more sad that I get emotionally attached to the problems of others whereas the problems of people in real life only serve to annoy me and make me all existential and whatnot). Why, you ask (you really didn't ask)? It's because humans are so shallow. There is an extraordinarily little amount of people who actually don't care about what others think, or even say, and those singular people, not the hyped up hippies we see today, are the real hipsters. Underground music choice doesn't make you different from others. Dressing like a fashionable slut or grandpa doesn't, either. But I'm getting off on tangent here. What I mean about people being shallow is that all they think about are the here and now, like, the people I see around me worry so much about the next quiz or the boy they think likes them, or about hating other people (see a trend here?). And what makes me hate them even more is that I'm exactly like them, is not worse. At least other people are getting somewhere. I've talked to some people who I don't necessarily regaurd as the great thinkers of our generation (not that I am either), and nearly all of them have a goal in life and are working towards it. Nevermind that most of them are goals driven into them at a very young age, or that monetary gains are a main drive behind them. But with myself, I don't even have a goal in life. I don't know where I'm going, what I'm doing, or who I am. I'm just a nothing person going nowhere, and hating others for being a step ahead of me. jiodhagkl.