Knowing.

I just got off the phone.

And it's 3:39 AM on this side of the planet, and I am determined to sleep like a normal human being tonight, dash my vampire nature entirely and abide with the day walkers.

But I can't get the phone convo out of my head. I just talked with someone I now have mad respect for. I have mad respect for someone who can see past my stupidity into the depths of my being, that means we're of like minds. I'm all about like minds, about souls of the same nature. Not even on a romantic tip, on a human being tip, those type of people are trust worthy, those are the type of people you can learn from, the type that won't lead you in the lair of bullshit. I don't like to mess with that lair. It's not really my cup of joe.

So I was going through my old facebook pictures, a year can make a very large difference, growing up and then realizing you've grown up are completely different sensations you know? It's scary, going back to the same place, but knowing that you're a completely different person. I'm not gonna feel the same way I did about things a year ago, I've seen a lot, I've learnt a lot.

In a way, I've found myself, gets my head all big, my ego pumped up with positive energy, knowing that now, that culture won't affect me like it used to, cause I know myself, I know my destiny. I know Femi.

What the fuck you think I was sitting here doing? My ass has been learning. I haven't been tweeting. I haven't just been sitting down. And anytime my mind goes back to twitter and all the friends I have there, about everything and everyone... I begin to get afraid.

Our generation has been blessed with the gift of limitless information, information that is only a few clicks of a mouse away, information that rivals that of Alexander the Great's own fabled library, information that once nations and empires ravaged the planet for, and yet my generation wants nothing to do with it.We don't want to do anything about and with it.

As children we are raised to be better than our parents, to be an advanced variation of their souls, to be the 2.0 of their legacy, and yet we waste away and disappoint them. Why is it that now that we are free to learn and encompass all, and truly be all that we can, we waste it? Waste it trying to become "social icons" by spitting out verbal diahorea on the internet to people who don't actually give a fuck?

Why are you content in your stupidity? In your ignorance?

1. I love girls, I love weed, I love music.

2. I love psychology, I love history, I love philosophy.

Why does #1 make me a normal human being and #2 make me a nerd freak?

If I say my expectations for my generation are too high I would be insulting my very own creation, I would be insulting my very existence, I would be insulting anyone that ever fought or died to give us this edification.

A lot of the times I am looked at like an alien because of my wide range of interests, when someone walks in on me watching The History Channel or Africa Magic or Discovery or Afmag Plus, the first question they ask is;

“What the fuck are you watching?”

And at this point I honestly think that I am what my ancestors wanted our generation to become, I am the full embodiment of what we are supposed to be. And yet, I'M the strange one. You're walking around with shackles on your brains and you don't even realize that you've bought into the mass mental slavery that is 21st century marketing.

You're basic cattle infected with mad cow disease and you've have been ravaged by this infection for so long that is has become a part of your life so when you come across another animal sans the affliction you are so blinded and taken over by your physical filth that a healthy representation of your race is deemed unnatural by your sensory neurons.

Im Sorry.

This generation is suffering from a mass case of the Stockholm syndrome. You trust and love your captor, you see anything else as foreign and unwelcome, you see knowledge as the enemy.

There is nothing wrong with opening a book and reading it, that is what they are for, there is nothing wrong with knowing how much venom a rattle snake holds in it's fangs, there is nothing wrong with knowing the exact coordinates of your home or workplace, there is nothing absolutely fucking wrong with waning to know how twitter even works, and how they fucking make all those billion you'll never make a tenth of? There is nothing wrong with being a genius.

And there should be nothing 'strange' about being smart. Why should intelligence be special? Why can it not be the average? You're so busy searching for Music videos and Free Music on Youtube and ForShared when you could be traveling through the universe with Professor Lee in HD. (sic)

Why does my generation choose ignorance over wisdom?

I don't want to care, and in any other situation I wouldn't. But I want to raise my kid in this world, this world that seems to be crumbling around me socially, everyday we lose another bright young brain to this monster, everyday the light lessens and it frightens me because if my generation has been degraded to such a level...what about the next? And the next? And the next?

You have to understand, that from this point on in human history the resources we have, the resources we can use in our development have never been seen or implemented in any of the generations before us, we are truly different on all levels.

We are the forefathers of the information age, we are the beginning.

AND WE ARE FUCKING IDIOTS.

How can there be hope for the next?

But for some strange reason, I still do have hope, it's tiny, absolutely miniscule but it's still there. It's sewn into my soul, it flows in my blood, because I can't succumb to the fear of this mental disease. I can't surrender to this deception.

Because somehow I will survive this mass cerebral genocide and my endurance will be proof enough for that little flicker of hope to pull through. Because we're made up of the same material, the same number of atoms, the same number of cells, and if I can supersede this you can too.

"Life without knowledge is death in disguise"

Amen, Thank you Jesus. Nexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxt.

I really want to write for a Magazine.