Reading harold_maude's journal

Up to this point my journal enteries have been a series of rambling thoughts, how things work at the moment they show up in my head and a view of something. And I suppose that's fine. It serves a purpose.
Escaping the madness of how reality can be sometimes...an inlaw you would love to duct tape to a chair...and so on.
Baisicly therapy without the cost involved.
The frustrations of the last few weeks have been mounting and I'm loosing my grip. I see so much mindless apathy out there every time I go into the city. No one gives a shit. People loose their jobs, people move to new cities hoping that things will be different, but it's the same all over.
I talked to a man who runs a small resturant the other day and he said something that gave substance to what I've been seeing and feeling, no one gives a shit. Very little has value any more, money is all and everything, including people are just another commodity.
It's frustrating. That's the best word that I can find for how I feel right now. Actually there arn't adaquate words for how I feel, just words that are reconizable. Sometimes there are no words for the deep sad sighs that your soul feels I guess.
I hate the fact that so many companies are outsourcing jobs over seas when people here are starving.
I hate the media for all the crap that's presented as news, when in fact it's just another form of entertainment.
I quit watching the news several years ago when I decited to see how many stories of death, distruction and basicly bad shit there were.
Any thing good or hopefull or light hearted was a blurb at the end of a half hour of sports and really bad crap and the weather.
So I quit watching. I kept reading things like National Geographic because it has keep it's sense of what it was ment to do, even though now the first 20 or so pages are nothing but advertising.
I was looking through several magazines today looking for watch faces for my latest art project and what caught my eye was this repeating theme through the pages: Be thin, be sexy, be perfect and own this, NOW!!!!!!!! we want your money, if you do this the right way your lover will never be unfaithful, try this and she will melt in your arms.
I found my self feeling like anything human was being ripped away...and the really hard part about it all was for the realization that the next generation comming up to voting age
this is a normal way of life.
We are a lost people, I think, who don't know anymore who we are, and any belief's we had went somewhere, even though there are strong holds of individuals who hang on to themselves, this society either sees them as freaks or hero's, and everything else in between is being shoved into the cookie cutter mold of uniformity.
...and that's just the tip of the frustrations that flooded my day...

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.