Destined for Nothing? w/ They Don't Compare

Does that it make you suffer because you have to die? Is it best to live a lie?

That’s the question that Bad Religion asks in their song, “Destined For Nothing.” I don’t know the answer, really. I am doing my thing, observing my friends and family going through the motions… and seeing that some of the motions aren’t healthy.

I don’t like to watch my friends hurt, whether the hurt be financial, romantic, winter blahs, loneliness, stress. And I feel for them – I have definitely been through all of the above. And, in some cases, sometimes those things are healthy. We grow in the tough times, so they are somewhat necessary from time to time.

But sometimes these things seem like too much for us to take. I hate to see others at that breaking point. I hate to be there myself.

As much as it sucks sometimes – for ourselves, and for others – we can’t always cover things up. Sometimes you’ve got to throw off the shroud. Just know that in those times, you have friends who do love you and care. It is easier to share than go through it all alone.

That said - the good guys and gals covered - I have to vent about something else.

Fucking people make me sick. Listen, we all make mistakes. I find myself qualifying my opinions all the time, and maybe I do that too much. Maybe I don't stick hard enough to my guns. And in those cases maybe I am part of the problem.

But life is tough enough without people looking to cheat, steal, and stab each other in the back all the fucking time.

I think to myself, how can I trust anyone? I want to be close to something dangerous - want to be with someone who can be wild, out of control, unhinged, and on the edge. I want our relationship to exist there. But how the fuck can I ever trust someone else like that again? Finding diamonds in the rough is rare, and the rest of the people walking around either don't meet my sometimes-too-lofty standards, or are so fucking shallow and evil as to not merit my time or consideration.

Sometimes the evil ones get you (me) anyway. They're sneaky like that.

Mom and Dad always taught me the Golden Rule - particularly mom. And I've read plenty about Jesus and turning the other cheek and loving your neighbor.

And I don't see much of those three rules in practice. Anywhere. Yes, even in my own actions.

We are a selfish, fucking excuse for a race of creatures. Like Ed Vedder said in "Rats" ...

"They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way, don't pack themselves together and run as one. Don't shit where they're not supposed to, don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare."

They don't compare. WE don't compare. Sorry fucking human race.

Listen. If you take one thing from this whole post, take this: be kind to one another. Try it some time. It just might spread. Try and think how you would feel if x and y and z happened to you... and avoid doing x and y and z to anyone, especially the people you love.

Be a human being. See the humanity, the emotion, the fucking soul in someone else's eyes.

And respect it.