LIVE.LIFE.MOE

MEET BOBBYLEE. yea :::looks up::: mhmm that's him. he holds some part of my heart. the part that pumps the blood, yea that part. Anyways, he sitting here with me and i think that he's so amazing, that the whole cyber galaxy should hear about him.

BOBBYLEE, JUST LIVES LIFE.
nothing more...nothing less
he eats once a day, skateboards, draws, sex, dances, and sleeps for 13mins a day.
he lives on MARS, the planet

today i asked bobby why he doesnt like do anything productive and he replied

"Do you know what clouds are made of moe?"
and i said "no what?"

and he responded " CLOUDS ARE BIG FORMATIONS OF PEOPLES DREAMS, DREAMS THEY'VE LET GO ...AND ME, I JUST LIVE IN THE CLOUDS, AND I DONT EVEN KNOW MOE"


i just sat there, and realized, we as individuals have so many dreams, so many success', so much that we just put to waste because of judgements and obstacles. but bobby, he just lives and i think everyone should do just that, live life, life without REGRET.

do what makes you happy and do it well, live it to the fullest.

ttyl i gotta go dance reggae with bobbylee

the paradox behind individualism.

i don't even know where to begin, so im just going to write,
write about how difficult it is to be a human being with emotions.
how confusing it is to live in a society that pushes the notion of being an "individual"



AN INDIVIDUAL that conforms to the conceptions of society. that "fits in" by "standing out".
it i s if my generation pushes and strives to live by individualism. everyone wants to be different and they end up being the same. the subcultures become mainstream and society gets broken up in to "trendsetters" and "poser", when in reality, the "trendsetters" were just posing first.

i think teenagers are so concerned about there exterior, because we have this preconceived notion that our exteriors are symbolism of our self conceptions. every time we are in the presence of others, we are "acting". we are putting on a show, a mask, acting the way "we should act". acting the way to receive the highest social reward, Praise. its become about "showing the real me". THE REAL YOU.

We are never ourselves, except when we our alone. when no one is passing judgement. when no one is inferring.


i think in order to be happy and to be an "individual" we must cease to care about uniqueness. uniqueness is RARE. it should not matter. just love one's self. love the inner beauty. i know it sounds rather cliche, but its truth. when you stop thinking about how to impress, you begin to exude the inner self, the real.