Wes Anderson is personally mocking me. Making a new movie, advertising it everywhere, then showing it in about five theaters in the entire United States. I didn't know he was going to take "Now showing in select theaters" to such a new extreme. The solution seems to be to wait for it to come out on DVD, then buy it and place it next to every other film that he's ever made, just because I like him that much. If only the feeling were mutual, it wouldn't be an hours drive to the nearest theater to see The Darjeeling Limited.

Not only that, but now I have to refer to an online guide on MLA formatting to determine whether or not I need to underline the name of a movie. Though I wouldn't go so far as to say that the English language is stupid, it has adopted some rather abstract and pointless practices for the sake of being formal. It seems like the equivalent of the SAT test. Learn a rich and diverse cornucopia of grammatical nuances and rules to abide by when citing references, then leave school and the average person wipes their memory clean of the information. Important aspects of life command a solid place in long term memory, so maybe our very biology is fighting against learning this sort of intense refinement of thought, which is problematic when you describe yourself as an English major. Push through it, get the degree, then try and use it after college in moderation so as not to appear pretentious. Nobody wants to be the sort of person that's lecturing their friends on the differences between the usage of "effect" and "affect."

Not to say that most of the current social trends are any more interesting. The current model of the average teenager is completely paradoxical and the fact that it's been maintained this long is nothing short of a miracle. The basic formula has always been to eliminate the old way once it becomes too boring, or to rebuild after the previous structure has either self-destructed or has been killed by a certain ruling member of society that didn't happen to agree with it. The new generation has adopted the "emo" culture, and there doesn't seem to be any concrete reason as to why. The fundamental idea of the emo culture is that every other way of living is terrible, but so is this one. The music is based on how much the members of this group should hate themselves and that the world is a cruel place, so they all don black makeup and write terrible poetry about how their parents won't buy them a new cell phone. This is of course parodied on many occasions by me, just because I enjoy the concept of shadenfreud.

But why is anyone attracted to this sort of lifestyle? How does it perpetuate itsself? By all logical standards it should be rejected at first sight, and anyone who's actually miserable enough to follow it will eventually perform the highest and most honorable act there is in emo society: killing themselves. Despite the fact that it's naturally repellent to potential newcomers and self-destructive to those who are already in it, it's still present just about everywhere. On my brief journey to the Thousand Oaks mall I would see large amounts of these people, usually moving in groups of three. The males wear tight girl jeans that look ridiculous and have haircuts that resemble Flock Of Seagulls rotated 45 degrees around the top of the head. They wear chains that aren't connected to anything and black lip rings. It resembles a warped and dulled down version the old punk scene in terms of style, except now instead of cursing the name of the government and everything associated with it, they hate themselves and cry a lot about nothing in particular.

Maybe it's just designed as the complete opposite of the hippie generation. The general mentality then was to love yourself, everything else, and wear colorful and clothing to express that. Now it's hate yourself, everything else, and wear nothing but black. Instead of Jimi Hendrix and The Byrds we have My Chemical Romance and Fallout Boy. Hopefully this forms a cycle, and in 40 years everyone will once again be filled with "creativity enhancers" and trying to get rid of all this negative energy. This will be followed shortly by futuristic Lyndon Johnsons and Richard Nixons demonizing all these happy people that are spreading the word of peace and understanding and outlawing the very way of life, then the futuristic Charles Manson will form a murderous LSD cult and add a few nails to the coffin. Then everyone will get jobs working in a large, beige colored building with a stack of papers on their desk that needs filing and the professional title of "Assistant manager of regional distribution and marketing demographics research." The company's name is "Smith & Smith Associated".

As for me, I'll just laugh at everything within my field of vision and continue sleepwalking through the omnipresent daydream with a cheery smile on my face. There's no point in securing a false sense of self-loathing for yourself. Stop writing poetry that includes lines like "I am a black crow crying tears of blood as I drink from the deep well of absolute blackest despondency," I used to write those for high school English assignments during the poetry section of the course as a way of seeing if the teacher was dishonest enough to tell me that I was creative. I'd like to think so, but certainly not because of that.

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What boring nonsense. Someone give me a fucking topic to write about for my next English paper so I don't keep writing this shit, or my next one is just going to be about how 12 Oz Mouse is the best show ever made.