Sunday, 16 March 2008
01:46:39 PM (GMT)
The following text was written a few nights ago, when Steve was feeling a bit angry.
When Steve is more calm, he found truth in most everything he said, but perhaps not
the violence or anger or general tone in which he expressed it. Its purpose was to
express the anger Steve was feeling, no more than that, but he feels like posting it,
so he shall. If anyone wants to talk to him about it, he will gladly oblige. This
dispassionate third-person talking is to counterbalance the text to come, as you will
One thing that really annoys me is superficiality. Not necessarily people who don't
have anything beneath their skin, but people who seem to think that their skin
matters more. In the course of my life as a human being, I've been friends with a
good few of these people. Naturally there are some things I feel like saying, due to
the inevitable frustration I feel, that I don't because it would be an entirely bad
idea. Here is my space to say these things.
Don't you get it? No one that matters, apart from yourself of course, give a shit
whether your eyebrows are perfectly shaped, or your hair is marketing-department
shiny, or whether your BMI is ideal (just above underweight, of course). Anyone who
does, you don't need to be around. Why? Because your self-esteem is already fucked up
And what, my friend, is the fucking deal with inspecting me? Seeing if I conform to
the standards you spend a twenty-fourth of your life prepping yourself for. If you're
not going to put some serious effort into breaking out of this, at least have the
decency not to make me feel inadequate too. I've put in the effort to break out of
that, as far as I have, how many times have I inspected you? Would you expect that
from me? No, and I don't expect if from you either.
This is resentment, this is fucking bitterness. Don't think I don't know what's going
on, don't think I haven't been through exactly the same before with other people. And
don't think I haven't seen enough to know that I want nothing to do with it. Where
you live that kind of thing may be acceptable, but with me it's not, and I'm going to
get very angry if it continues.
What's more, you're not being ignorant about it either. You know exactly what this
kind of superficiality does to people. You've been through it, running the bath taps
to drown out the sound of your second failure.
I get that you're sick, I get that, and it breaks my heart, but don't go running the
water for me too.