We are two misanthropes isolated in our countries who crave for souls to communicate with, but will not lower our high standards towards ourselves and others. Disciplined and forever rising, Amanda & I refuse to not only give apologies for the emotions experienced on our path for success, but in bitter defiance reject complacent conformist behavior to "fit in."
The common man, flawed in his clinging desire for social approval and/or subjection to sloth-like apathy for the intellect, does such a horrible job at earning her eye's attention, that her very own feline companions do a better job at comforting her. People can't even begin to appreciate what she is passionate about, and I empathize with such sentiment as I feel equally isolated a world apart.
"There is nothing out there, in this decadent and rotting society, which can interest me. All the morals and standards, all the global interests, putrefied from their same core, simply make me sick.
How could I get distracted from anything intellectual and remarkable to to something as boring and ordinary and dull as a TV program?
But apparently, most people prefer to trade it, everything good for the vulgar, and therefore become themselves as interesting as toilet paper."
Elitism is self-defining, and though at the moment we may not in the places we are meant to be, our actions and words speak nothing short of the single word that will define this year: "rising."
