I Never Knew You (Cage)

I've come to the conclusion that romanticism and happiness are on decline because people are too afraid of one thing or another and would rather spend their lives wondering what if. I'm sorry but I'm not falling into the same pit of despair. Ignorance may be bliss, but it's not happiness.

I can't live a multiple choice life. I just can't. I can deal with servitude but not slavery. Every day it's "these are your options. pick one and then your next option branches off. No pass Go. No collect $200" most of all No Get out of Jail free cards. The world is restricting and restraining me and I finally understand that's what's driving me crazy. This predisposition that the world is as everyone else says and there's no real free will is enough to make me scream. I know this sounds incredibly wrong and insensitive but I now understand why Virginia Tech and Columbine happened. It's not about the assailants' taste in music or their lives at home. It's about the damn establishment of College. It's prison and yet no one can object because at least between cell time you get to party and drink and see your friends just to numb and dull the idea that you're incarcerated.

Aside from that, this preconceived notion of beauty, love, and happiness is the most disgusting. There is absolutely no one on this earth who can judge my choices and what makes me happy besides me. Who says that women of a certain weight or skin color can't be beautiful? I'm the biggest advocate for freedom of choice and expression. I think I have the broadest taste in women amongst all my friends. Despite the idea I'm only fond of white women, I've seen quite a few women of other races that has certainly made me look twice. There shouldn't be just one categorization for everything. Beauty should be a venn diagram that overlaps and contorts to incorporate any and every woman regardless of her height, weight, shape, skin tone, even degree of intelligence. I'm sorry but I may be under your employ because it's my purpose in life, but no one can tell me what to think or do. Most of all no one can define happiness for me.

I shouldn't be restricted by my social class, skin tone, 'educational completion' or any thing else when it comes to opportunities for happiness. I understand there are prerequisites for occupations, but there really shouldn't be when it comes to relationships and love. Some people love the weirdest, most physically unappealing people in my opinion and that's their choice. You shouldn't reject me because you have some peculiar thought that men from a certain age group, neighborhood, race or economic position have to be a certain way. And no one can tell me love doesn't transcend the very fabric of time and space, because if anything Love should be universal, not time. I can love you forever but as long as I've said I loved you it was genuine and nothing will change that. I love most of my friends and that means I'm theirs forever. Get a grip damnit. People make me sick.
Love, Friendship, Compassion, Humility, and Happiness should be determined by each encounter, not by anything else.

Ignorance may be bliss, but it's not Happiness. Reality has conditions. Real Humanity shouldn't.