So sad to see that today true art, music, literature, and culture is not appreciated as it once had been. Though it only a matter of a opinion I feel that at least one of you will agree that Stephenie Meyer is not God and Justin Bieber is not the new king of pop. We live in a world were trends and styles rule the modern youth with a iron fist. Individuality is looked down upon and if you not wearing your peers clothing style you are considered an outcast no matter how many similar interest you share. The modern beauty is made in factories, the best music is computerized, and everyone whats to take a bite out of vampires. Social networking sites had once helped to bring far away friends (in a sense) closer together with the miracle of modern technology. Now it is used to post pointless events and ideals of your life and publicize it all over the world (or at least your friends list) that at the end of the day no one really cares, as well as hurting one another for God knows way. Nothing truly creative or truly initiative is idolized in this world any more its all about following the leaders and the ones leading the pack doesn't care! If you don't believe then print out your best piece you have posted on here and hand it out your co-works, classmates, etc. I pray that they appreciate it. If you are unable to print it out then copy and paste it to (if you have one) your myspace profile or facebook status in sections. Now I'm in no way trying to insult your writing skills, but simply trying to press the issue that its hard to find people who are unorthodox. Corporations have all the power of the world, but it is modern multi-media that has absolute control over most of the youth. It is ever changing 'the new fads are yesterdays news' and without even looking back most accept this postulate. When you have to put on a fake smile when you wake in the morning and wear the clothes you use to not like to wear, jam to music you use to not like to listen to, and have a mindset that being content will be my best standard of living, who are you?
Who am I?
