rambling

Not a vent !!

Society is just a messy, self-absorbed, contradictory disaster held together by unspoken rules and forced politeness. Everyone acts like they care about each other, but in reality, they just want to be entertained or validated. People will preach about kindness and empathy, but the moment they have the chance to tear someone down for the sake of their own amusement or superiority, they take it without hesitation. It's all just a big, exhausting performance—one where you’re expected to follow along, pretend you care, and keep your real thoughts buried under layers of social norms. And for what? To be accepted by people who wouldn’t even think twice about you if you stopped serving their purpose? The worst part is, people know this. They know how shallow and fake the whole system is, but they play along anyway because the alternative is being an outcast, and god forbid anyone have to deal with the discomfort of genuine individuality. At the end of the day, society is just a cycle of pretending—pretending to care, pretending to be better than we are, pretending that any of this actually means something. But the moment you stop playing along, you see how empty it all really is. And the irony is, even the so-called "rebels" of society—the ones who claim they see through the bullshit—are just as trapped in it. They build their identities around being different, but in the end, they’re still performing, still desperate for validation from some niche group that pats itself on the back for not being like the rest. No one is truly free from it. Everyone has someone they want to impress, someone they want approval from, even if they won’t admit it. And that’s the real joke—this whole world is just a stage, and every single person is an actor, whether they realize it or not.

The worst part is how predictable it all is. People chase the same things, make the same mistakes, fall into the same cycles of self-destruction and call it "life." They think they're special, that their pain is unique, but it’s all been done before. The same tired drama, the same empty ambitions, the same desperate attempts to leave a mark on a world that will forget them the moment they’re gone. And the system feeds off of this. It gives people just enough hope to keep them obedient, just enough distractions to keep them from questioning anything too deeply. It dangles the illusion of happiness in front of them, making them believe that if they just work a little harder, sacrifice a little more, they’ll finally reach something real. But it never comes. Because the truth is, there is no grand reward waiting at the end of the suffering. Just more of the same. More expectations, more disappointment, more pretending.

And yet, despite all of this, people still cling to the idea that society is worth something. That all these rules and performances somehow make life meaningful. Maybe it’s because the alternative—admitting that none of it really matters—is too terrifying to accept. So they keep playing along, hoping that one day, it’ll all make sense. But it won’t. It never does.

Maybe that’s just the way things are, though. Society isn’t inherently good or bad—it just exists, like a machine running on autopilot, built from the habits, fears, and desires of the people in it. It’s flawed, yes, full of contradictions and artificial expectations, but at the same time, it provides structure, purpose, and a sense of belonging for those who seek it. People may be performing, but maybe that’s not always a bad thing. Sometimes, the act is just a way to survive, a way to keep life from feeling too aimless. Not everyone is pretending out of malice or manipulation—some are just trying to find a place in a world that doesn’t make much sense to begin with.

And even in all its artificiality, society still produces real moments. A genuine laugh between friends, the comfort of a shared experience, the fleeting but undeniable feeling of connection with another person who, even for a second, understands you. Those things might be temporary, might not change the grand scheme of things, but they exist. Maybe it’s not about escaping the system entirely, but about finding small ways to make it bearable—finding meaning in the little things, even if they don’t last forever.

At the end of the day, the world is just what it is. People are messy, selfish, kind, cruel, lost, hopeful—all at the same time. Society will never be perfect, and neither will the people in it. But maybe perfection was never the point. Maybe it’s just about making the best of what’s here, carving out whatever moments of honesty, peace, or even just amusement you can find. Society isn’t some grand, all-encompassing force that dictates everything—it’s just a collection of individuals, all trying to make sense of things in their own way. And maybe that’s enough.