Heh...oh the bygone days of posh preppie boys running about in their men's world pretending the world is their oyster. Haha. The world order was so different in that era. I don't give a fuck about it tbh. The sheer misogyny of it boils my blood. The desperation to pretend like women are just objects who need to titter and exist while wearing frocks yearning after their man. Heh. The term 'girls' is also a relic of that era isn't it? ' There's girls here. ' someone once said, just hahaha. Made me laugh. A man out of time, he was. I knew he was old school then. I didn't hate it on him as much as I did all others. And I hate a lot about him.
And yet, in the era of tech we have the same wannabe social orders with people replacing supposed pedigree and elitism for algorithms and pretending to be on top of the world. The snobbery of the 'simple'. I don't adorn myself, I'm above it all. I only solve problems. Am I not cool? But shhh. Don't say it out loud. That makes it less cool.
The sheer cuckery of ego, ego, ego. The elitism of wealth never had any hold over me, I'm an intellectual snob. And my snobbery enables me to hold a wealth of disdain for materialistic snobbery haha. Tell me I'm cool, why don't you?
I hold a lot of respect for institutions. Not so much for those who define their lives by being in one. That, is so fucking loserish to me. I don't know why. It's just the sheer lack of personality that stands out, maybe.
I guess my era was more defined by old school classic rock and dingy speedy pubs where you could be an everyday person, but there was elitism and pretense in that too. 'im not like you' in itself has just ego, ego, ego. Noone really dares to be a normie. Hehe. The perpetual fear of the insecure. What if I discovered that I'm just average? What if I admitted it? See now thaaaat is the stuff of nightmares for everyone.
And so we live on, in half realised fantasies and yearning. Always trying to be someone, something. I matter. Tell me I matter. Please?
Pedigree is who you are, who you choose to be, how you refine that quest. Nothing more, nothing less. Self awareness matters, so does not referring to women as 'girls'. Heh. One of your lesser crimes I guess. Hehe. Touche. Isn't Al Pacino great?
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Dammit. Por Una Cabeza is from this film. Dammit dammit dammit. Ugh. ♥️ Ey yaiiii. Tu do do doooo. Oy veyyyy. There goes all my edginess, back to melting. Hehe.
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