It ranges from bad to worse, from the people who parrot Disney Channel conversation fragments to the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ firing off Reddit lingo and dork-film mannerisms, from worse to horrible. Frat-flick mimickers, reality television nightmare sluts, action film philosophers, the drooling masses who dream of their sci-fi superhero of the galaxy moment. I understand their need for synthetic 'motivation,' that tiny artificial something to help them mold a sort of identity, but what we see now is just plain bad. I wish I could say that people were playing out bastardized versions of their favorite ultra-wild superhero movie characters, but we don't even get that.

No wage-slave New Yorker dressing up in tights and savagely beating black drug dealers after sunset. No hyper-♥♥♥♥ midwestern outcast running churchgoers over with a stolen truck painted neon pink. No super-rapist who rapes other rapists. The closest thing we have to movie super heroes is maybe school shooters.

The only people who disagree with this are basically women and mental children who need their lives to be an unending cavalcade of cheap disposable distraction segmented from one minute to the next. It’s mediocre carnival slop, a mindless cacophony of silly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ noise cutting into the neutral silence of a public space, parasitic panhandling puppet parlor peasant slop that was brain rot content centuries before TikTok would ever come into existence.

Ardent defenders soyfacing and clapping for the accordion midget are the same types of people who are amazed by shirtless minorities doing backflip twerks on the subway, sweaty weird dudes dressed in cartoon character costumes begging for tips on the street, and homeless people banging on buckets and pans.

They’re the same type of people who look at carnie meth heads spray painting galaxies and planets onto 2x2 sheets of paper using bowls and plastic bags for 30 seconds and saying stupid ♥♥♥♥ like “Wow this is REAL art you belong in a gallery!” It’s dumb ♥♥♥♥♥ garbage, the lowest effort parlor trick nonsense meant to captivate fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tourists for errant dollars while they waddle about marveling at goofy trashcans and funny police uniforms in the glorified Disneyland styrofoam setpiece of whatever failed second world country whose GDP is entirely upheld by the vacation budget of Americans.

People have a hard time grasping the delineation between mediocrity and talent because they lack any level of perspective. There was once a time when reading books was rightfully considered a vice, a viewpoint which seems incredulous now considering the average span of acceptable media consumption rounds out to less than two minutes. Everything is a subconscious impulse towards distraction and disruption.

Music is an imposition forced onto you everywhere you go. You can’t escape it, not at the gym, not in supermarkets, not even at the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ gas station where the screen comes on and babbles at you as soon as you start pumping. When is the last time you actually questioned why restaurants need to be playing music while you eat? Every moment of silence is Real Estate for someone to fill with the world’s freest drug to suit their own interests.

No, I’m not being unreasonable here, YOU are. You, who has spent your entire life bombarded by sheer constant stimulus. If you don’t immediately understand and resonate with what I’m talking about, you are incapable of understanding because you have been deafened by the unending onslaught of tinnitus inducing mediocre stimuli churned together without regard to cohesion or subtlety. Life’s symphony of flavors, swatches, chords, and scents are all churned into a homogenous gray casserole of slop to intake through an IV tube of incoherent consumption at all hours of the day.

Go ahead, clap for the ♥♥♥♥♥ garbage street performer as he stomps his feet and bangs his drum without rhythm or intention. Lick your lips because the plastic bowl of meat, cheese, and corn chips that came out of the side of a truck got extra chipotle ranch garbage sauce sprayed all over it. Bring a Bluetooth speaker with you while you go hiking. Close your eyes and lay back into the great ocean of averages. Feel the weightlessness of not trying, not caring anymore. Listen to all the noise seeping into the empty moments of the day, filling every second like water in a crevice. Silence is extinct, dignity is a myth, taste is bigotry, and judgement is a sin. ♥♥♥♥ you.