Of Kings and Fairy Tales 4/1/12 & 5/3/12

Parties are the social scene where he who drinks the most or acts like the biggest ass is revered as the king. What's a king without a thrown? In the shadows of everyone's blackout the king retires to his porcelain thrown to spend the next three hours regretting the choices he made that evening.

When they all wake up they are the same. They all have regret, and they all have pain. People don't go to parties for the drinks and "fun", they go for the ability to pretend they have no control, they go for the regret. Nowadays no one listens to your story unless you end up mangled or fall from your social standings. We all are looking to see that we are doing better than someone else. It just so happens that spilling your guts on the floor and hooking up with a girl you will never meet again is the greatest sob story ever. Party guys and girls; our generations greatest story tellers. 

I don't really go to parties.

That would make me uninteresting if it weren't for the fact that I am miserable more often than not. That shit sells. Heartbreak and let downs will be the topics of our generations greatest novels. Everyone wants to hear that someone is just a little less fortunate than themselves. The news abuses this. For us, the bottom rung, we look to fairytales.

We hope. The tragedy is  fairytales aren't real, and there will always be a bottom rung.