Posts Tagged 'alienation'

Alienation and Conformity RANT

this is a rant I presented for my night school assignment to show alienation and conformity in a creative way.

              “SOCIETY!” What the hell is that anyway? A fancy name for a group of people who what… speed walk around, seemingly important, as if they really have so much to do! So obsessed with counting their accounted numbers, cashing in their 6-digit paychecks. This Armani suit is SOOO last season, it’s not the right shade of gray for THIS year. We need an update on the Britney case! GET ME A MAGAZINE! Oh..why are we sooo in need of all this shit? These mp3s and blueberries. We HAVE TO catch up with the latest technological developments! What will be the new addition to the i-pod series?

              So… may ask do I chose to be the bum? The unemployed? The HOBO? You stare at me like I’m some alien from another planet as you casually pass by with your Gucci purse held tight. As if I’m some sort of pathetic prisoner caged in by the horror that is the street. And of course you think I need help. Oh pity me! SAVE me from staring into my empty coffee cup! Well…it seems to be the time to finally bring something to YOUR attention since you just seem way too busy chatting away on your multiple cellular devices to notice just how fucked up YOU are. Too busy conforming to crappy routines and this messed up tangle of money exchanges we call our “society”. You are, in Marx’s words, the PROLETARIAT. So successful, so high up on the ladder of income tax!

             Don’t you get it? Did bird crap cloud up your new shades? You are a machine. A robot. Day by day, you take in the disgustingly distorted perception of beauty and you try SO hard to mold into it. Morning by morning, you rush into the high-risers where you work, surrounded by those who spit words of hate upon your back the second you turn away. Night by night, you return to your neatly assembled home where you feed on the gross flavour of reality television because HECK, what you see in a TV box must be so much more exciting and REAL than your own life. YOUR life, full of gadgets and things and the competition to be on top. OH, but you’re already THERE! You’re a fly on top of the pile of shit we all rely on for survival…MONEY! The more you have, the more you want. It’s only natural right?

              You’re right on TOP of the worldwide conspiracy to suck out every last penny from those who need it so much more than you. But that’s okay. It’s fine because they’re far away! In other countries, in other lands. There’s nothing YOU can do about it anyway. So when you see one of ME on the streets down which you strut as if they were your own, you look away as fast as you can because otherwise, you may be forced to give up a cent or two to a societal disgrace who surely deserves NONE of your pity. But what you so fail to notice is that I don’t want any of your pity, or your charity or even your sorry glance into my eye because it’s YOU who beams with pathetic ignorance. And I pity YOU! The sad ant on an anthill among so many others swarming within this capitalist hole of profit-making, striving to act and look like everybody else.

             And I just laugh because it’s OH SO FUNNY to watch the pressures of conformity stunt your ability to see what’s important. You thrive on informational influence. Without it, you wouldn’t know where to turn. Now THAT deserves pity. But hey, what do I know? I’m just an anomie. In fact, I’m even further below that. The alienated street dweller who’s words matter little for they are not tainted with the unpractical theories of university education. So why then do I adore life even through my occasional experiences of misery, while you, my fellow intelligentsia, don’t even have the time to notice if you’re LIVING. See…while your values are tangible scraps of man-made objects, I live for so much more. I live for the sunrise of every morning. I live for the child who observes me with amazement, who is still pure of mind and still has the hope to live by pure values. I live and I dream knowing that if I bite the dust tomorrow, at least I have lived a life of meaning.

– Olgs


The Present

April 2019
« Oct    

The Past



Watch out for that house! I mean car!