They're Not Talking To Me

“Did they tell you, you should grow up, when you wanted to dream?

Did they tell you, better shape up, if you wanna succeed?

I don’t know about you, who are they talking to? They’re not talking, to me.” – Metric.

There was that dream that you had when you were a kid, when you were a teen. You’re in university now, and that dream is constantly slipping away.

You realize that it’s not gonna be possible. Even if it was possible, you probably need a mix of extremely hard work, lots of luck, and maybe some divine intervention.

So what do you do? Before you burn out, you wanna enjoy your dream one last time. Wile out, smoke, drink, whatever.

It is at this point that they start to tell you those things in quote. Get your act together son, it’s time to grow up.

I don’t know about you, who are they talking to? They’re not talking to me.

It’s bad enough that I have to sell my brain to the society when I leave this goddamned place. I have to sell my soul and my mind too? Fuck that shit. I’m not getting married, I’m not going to church, I’m not wearing Kaftans, and I’m getting out of this country as quickly as I can.

Jesus. I’m supposed to stop reading comics, and stop watching cartoons now? Because I’m a ‘man’. Because I’ve taken my place as drone number seven billion and something.

Fuck no. I’m not gonna live life like everybody else. There’s so much more drones are missing out on because they’re now grown-up.

“I’m higher than high,

I’m lower than deep,

I’m doing it wrong,

I’m singing along.” - Metric.

I’m a 22-year old ‘man’ who smokes weed, smokes cigarettes, indulges in cocaine, reads comics, watches cartoons, reads books, follows politics, drinks like a fish, likes to have extra-marital sex, loves music, uses the internet a lot, and is more exposed than you drone motherfuckers.

That’s not what is expected of you, but you know, they’re not talking to me.