If Ohio is for Lovers, What is My State For?

If Ohio is the state for lovers, what kind of state am I in? Obviously it’s not a state in which I am a lover, due lately to lack of luck as much as lack of trying.

Hawthorne Heights — “Ohio is for Lovers”

Slow things down or speed them up
Not enough or way too much
(and on and on and on…)
How are you when I’m gone?

And so it goes. I bought Green Day – _American Idiot_ last weekend. I like it a lot. Why? Because it’s the anthem of disenchanted, suburban, white, American males who see the hypocrisy in the culture and society around them, say what it is from their perspective, and go on to live out their own idiosyncratic responses to the lives of their parents in a vain attempt that ultimately will lead to their own children having the same reaction to them about 13 to 20 years from now.

Following me? Didn’t think so. S’alright. Basically, the world is jacked up ’cause people are jacked up, and people have babies; therefore, babies grow up and develop problems of their own which often tend to parallel their parents on some psychological level. This process is the antonym of the Circle of Life, but these two processes work together in some sick way. If you can figure this out, you might understand Freud better. I can’t say I do; I’ve never met the man, and I don’t care to.

Green Day – Jesus of Suburbia: I Don’t Care

Everyone’s so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe
And it don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care!
I don’t care