We are all nails that get pounded in—
some, fit right in,
while others, are bent and twisted
because they resist the hammer.
I’m reading a book about how to fit in,
and it’s making me nauseous.
Fitting-in can be a fun game, it says.
You strategically say the right things, and adjust your behavior to every situation,
so that you can have power later-on in life.
The book is an accurate depiction of reality
It’s not the smartest, who get ahead
or the true originals
but those who can act like everybody else—and enter the spirit of power.
I suppose, some of us, just have to resist
and flip the numbers
Convince people not to follow belief systems
by pointing out the holes in them.
The problem is, people don’t like you
when you challenge the foundation of their beliefs—
even in a polite way.
All of the jokes that you say
are predicated on whether or not they like you
and they laugh, if they think you are like them.
This is the sad state of humanity
we are so narcissistic, that we only love other people
if they remind us of ourselves.