"No one here seems to be interested"

     Oh! How people love wallowing in their own mediocrity, ever refusing to think, ever refusing to learn.

     Enclosed in their shell of comfort, they refuse to see the world beyond it, constantly indulging in small talk that hardly last the time they take to come.

     Refusing to ever step out of their shells that stink of monotony and routine, they've tried creating communities; boundaries to make them feel comfy, as they marinate in the idea of entertaining themselves, hoping their surroundings too to stink of the same stink they've accustomed to, and wait! It's a wonder, cause people start to come out of their shell, and boy! They're delighted. Cause, ah! The stink of such mediocrity reeking from their bodies transform their surroundings, just how the way they wanted it to be!! And even a slight bit of reason, properly and systematically cloaked by the shit they choose to wallow in!!

     What more can you expect? Comedy that's reduced to hitting people, and misogyny... Entertainment reduced to winning back a wench from the hands of a generic villain making sure that even a slightest ounce of reason and logic, or at least social cause, never try and crawl into the social fabric. Mindless bodies, shifting from one channel to another, trying to find "entertaining" things, so well insulated from things that really matter, things that affect them, and the lives of their close ones, issues that make humans scream in their dreams for they incite suffering if those nightmares were ever real.

     Well, accusing people of living in their shells, even I fall short of being righteous. Even I'm no good, and have to resort to the same old afternoon soaps that "generate" comedy by fighting and misogyny... Watch those boring movies starring damsels in distress and flying cars... Respond to hi's and hello's from people just to acknowledge their presence, hoping an ounce of chat that'd at the very least result in changing how our minds work, but alas! It's really rare. It's searching for a pin in the haystack. And, what option do I even have? The society chooses for me what to watch and what to do. Being in my own control is a lie I tell myself each day. For each day, I don't get to choose to read the news I want to read each morn. I don't get to hear the jokes I find funny. I'm not free to be me, but to be what these shit wallow want me to be.

     One might argue, why don't I take an initiative to change shit? Well, trying sure does wonders, cause even as I try initiating debates and discussions, all I get is, "No one here seems to be interested".

     So, what's the point of trying? I'd rather stop swimming against the tide, cause all it makes me is toxic and bitter...

     And, I don't even know why I put this song up... 

     Dedicated to that special Facebook group chat from which I can't opt out, or try and ram reason into it. Thank you for making me lose faith in the community.