I’m specifically thinking of hardcore kids who go on and on about staying “posi”. But I generally have a distaste and intolerance for anyone who adheres to either extreme emotional spectrum. It’s unreasonable and unrealistic, considering life is a mix of both positives and negatives.

“Stay posi” is also just such a mindless affirmation that ultimately doesn’t accomplish anything. It’s more a piece of vague, impossible, insensitive advice than it is a proactive remedy for being down in the dumps or going through some shit in your life.

Ghost Mice were selling bumper stickers on their last tour that said, “Good and bad things will happen to you.” I think we should appreciate that message more.

The Shoes: “Time to Dance”. Not only is this song fucking awesome, but the beautifully shot, epic eight-minute video for it stars Jake Gyllenhaal savagely murdering hipsters.

Hello, fellow Dave!

1. No, I do not.

2. Most people grow up following whatever lifestyle was taught to them by their parents, whether they be atheists or Christians or Muslims or whatever. I think that if religion did not exist anymore today, or if a child isn’t raised in any particularly religious way, most people would never come to religious conclusions on their own. It normally requires—depends on, really—a lifetime of strong indoctrination for anyone to believe in the amoral, illogical craziness that is encompassed by all religion.

3. People who spend a lot of time on fashion, their external selves, trends, and consumption really, really piss me off. Whether I/you want to call them hipsters, scenesters, whatever doesn’t really matter. To me, they are honestly total wastes of space and air. It’s the shallow, materialistic members of my generation that truly make me weep for the future. They might technically be human beings, but have more in common with mannequins. Of course, I always give people the benefit of the doubt regardless of what they look like, but I am very rarely pleasantly surprised. A lot of people like to say that you, “can’t judge a book by its cover,” but you honestly can in a lot of situations. Because of fashion, cliques, pseudo-subcultures, and the like, most people dress in what is practically a uniform that symbolizes what class and “culture” they’re representing.

4. I seem to have lost your fourth question, unless I accidentally answered it as its own Ask.

These are spot-on. Liberal suburban white girl politics is maybe the worst politics, next to conservative evangelical politics.

Say Anything: “Admit It Again”. While I think it shows a little lack in creativity to make a sequel to a song you already created, I like “Admit It!” way too much to frown upon a continuation of it. This one is just as good, albeit not as epic, as its predecessor. It might be my favorite track off the new album so far.

Say Anything: “Admit It!” (acoustic). This song forever rings true. The best diatribe set to music I’ve ever heard.

Lyrics:
Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated past
It’s disgusting, it’s offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It’s the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

‘Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) you’re life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank (yeah!)

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I say yeah (what do you..)

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my..
Guitar, guitar go!

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah
I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift, yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you’ll come to be, made of these urges unfulfilled
Oh no, no, no, no, no
When I’m dead I’ll rest
When I’m dead I’ll rest, lay still
When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest
When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest
When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest
When I’m dead I’ll rest, I’ll rest

This stupid scenester who loves weed reblogged this dead person from me and said, “No. This man was murdered. Just because you’re straight edge doesn’t mean you’re not an ignorant fuck.” He said this despite the fact that there was absolutely no evidence that I was wrong in my caption about what was happening in the picture. When I informed him that he was, in fact, totally wrong, he said something in Tyler the Creator language. Hilarious.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Shows how much you know. I don’t really need to defend myself here because anyone who knows me knows how inaccurate this description is. I commend you, though, on not being anonymous.

I’m sorry my blog can’t be as entertaining and deep as yours. Whoa, Sailor Moon! Whoa, a swimming pool! Whoa, a Clockwork Orange gif! Whoa, pills! Whoa, a vaguely emotional sentence about rain!

I do.