theredbaron

The last few days have been fun. Fenchurch didnt end up coming, which sucked. Things were too hectic for her to make it down, I guess. Then I was gonna go see her and Tom before the trip, but that didnt work out because their car was full of stuff. Oh well. Ill probably see her soon, I hope I hope. So the past few days have been seeing people and partying a bit. It was pretty fun, really. Made some new friends. There are good people around if you wanna put the effort in to finding them.

However. Tuesday was Six Flags. I have never, in all my life, been so misanthropic as I became while I was at that park. The sight of all those people waddling around, being herded places like cattle manipulated en masse like insects and made me feel physically ill. So obnoxious, so dirty, scuttling around looking for some inane stimulus to squeeze some joy out of their miserable, pathetic lives. The whole idea of an industrialized fun zone is like something out of 1984 or invader zim. THIS IS WHERE YOU WILL GO TO HAVE THE FUN. These horrid places, amusement parks. Charging so much for so paltry an entertainment. For such a vile place, and such a menial, two-bit, worthless, momentary amusement. I didnt want to see any of them. I didnt want to be near these disgusting, primitive, neanderthals. Watching them depressed me. Watching them wait in line for four hours for a forty second thrill ride, knowing that it would be the high point of their year, and that it was right back to their inconsequential, vapid lives. These rides were symbolic for so many of their lives. A lot of mindless waiting for a cheap thrill. I couldnt be there, around them. I couldnt. But I did. I had a friend with me, so I made it through the day without killing, vomiting, or crying. I am not sure what the most likely outcome was.

Its gone now, for the most part.

But now. Now its time for the SG camping trip. This is going to fuckin rock.