Shallow Dreams and Pent Up Feelings

Family. One day I want to build one...one of my own. But considering the situation I am in...the state of mind I am experiencing at this current point in my life..., my inner self chuckles a sinister laugh at this want of mine.

I hear his words ring clearly in my thoughts..."Why the hell would you want to do that, you stupid bastard?"

And I know he's right. The economy's in the shitter. The world of politics is losing its mind. Media celebrates pastiche way too much for our own good. Technology is advancing so fast that half of us always seem to be trying to catch up. And our education system....don't get me started with the education system...

The world is in so much of a transition that we...as part of the generation that went through these changes first-hand...must ask, "Is there a future for us?" Don't get me wrong. This is a personal web log but i am not trying to sound all that dramatic. We are part of the first generation that is ill-prepared for our adult lives. We take up many jobs that didn't exist 5 to 10 years ago. Many of us are in some kind of debt before we reach 25 years of age. And most of us anticipate going into another in the near future. So what lies beyond for us? Nobody will know.

Whatever happens, we have to prepared, no matter how ironic that sounds. I choose to hold on to my dreams of a fluffy career and cosy family home. Nothing or nobody is going to change that. Instead of griping for your comfort zone, I dare anyone to take in the challenge of change. In the words of Tim Gunn, "Make It Work!"

I'm sick of the screaming. Bloody fucking nonsense. It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't serve any purpose besides making everyone more agitated. So what's the point?

I have to get out.

Honestly...I don't really like to indulge in political discussions. Call me apathetic but til the shit really hits the fan, I'm gonna stay blissful in ignorance. However, u can't help but feel amused at our local-born attempts for 'real' democracy. Case in point, a(n in)famous political group leader got arrested again for having an unregistered protest. Isn't it ironic that to really protest against the state, you have to ask them for permission? I feel like protesting against the fact that you have to register. You can imagine yourself at the office,
"Excuse me! I'd like to register for a protest."
"On what matter will you be protesting?"
"Err...about having to register to protest."
"Ok...pls fill up this form here. Registration will take a few working days and we will contact you if it is approved and when to collect your permit."
"A few working days? But I wanted to protest tonight...my people are all outside...Damn! The public should know about this. Give me another of those forms..."