Be a Soup Can

its your turn to read all this from my perspective, between the ywo of us, I've never really understood what you meant by "enjoying the view". At this point in life, it seems a little relative from where you're standing, don't you think? for me, I could be enjoying you watching the view of me, or, perhaps, more astoundingly, you could be enjoying the view of me watching you watching me. In essence, we could be enjoying each other, or selfishly, ourselves. But what do you mean? are you waiting for some sight, some incredible happening that will awaken your heart and force it to leak from your every pore? are you looking for some event that will spread your mind wide and far covering every crevice of doubt you'd ever thought you might dwell in or upon? You'll never find that. You know that.
But I'm trying to understand the little things now, no, not understand, realize, appreciate.
I've gotten to know more people ths year than ever before. why? because people are naturally boring. each person makes up stories, makes decisions based on the intent or the interesting outcome they are pursuing. people really do such an awful job of making themselves honestly interesting. you realize after a while that people make up their identities because they don't want to get lost in the shuffle, and by doing so, lose who they are even more!
take me. I'm an artist. always have been, always will be, ut I've been a slut, a goth, an emo, a liar, a hippy, a prep, all these things because Im so goddamned afraid that being a ARTIST, what I REALLY want to be, just isnt good enough. No nothng is ever good enough for us stupidly picky humans. Hell, I'll read this over and HATE myself for writing this all down, imperfections and all.
all you people out there, you've lied, admit it, you cheated on that one test, liked that boy with a girlfriend just a little too much, took just a bit more candy from that halloween tray with no one to guard it than you should have. its human nature. we do it to survive. we do it because we have a fear of large groups of similar species treating us as though we were prey.
Hello. we've all been picked on.
We've all picked on someone else.
get over it. life moves on.
I'm saying...
Get used to who you are. feel good about your own skin. so what, you're ugly and fat, you're stupid and anti social. You're a complete bimbo who can't control her emotions.
everything else is a FACADE people.
we're all just shells with labels attached to them. we're soup cans.

At least soup cans don't constantly go on and on about how they want to be another kind of soup, they don't make stuff up just to taste better, they say everything about them straight up on the outside...

Be a soup can. Preserve society in a way that creates intelligence and self-awareness.