My rebellion is a composite of little things, and bigger things, and abstract things, and not-so-concrete things.
OH GOD. I'm being philosophical. Promise I'm not as think as you drunk I am...
For real, though. This bottle is just water. And it's giving me a brainfreeze.
This started out as something completely different. That happens like... nine out of ten times I try to write something. And for the most part, I'm past caring.
The first stanza or so started out as this feeling I get whenever I think about being in a relationship with someone -- I literally get sick to my stomach. I want to throw up. Or punch a wall. It makes me sick and angry and the sad part is, I've never even been in a "proper" relationship before. Just the thought of it makes me see red, because I don't want to risk damage from another person (let alone leave them alive to tell about it).
And yet here I am flirting my ass off because I think it's funny, and because it distracts people from the awkwardness that is me trying to read them. WAIT I have to go put on my 'PROFESSIONAL IDIOT' t-shirt.
In any case, that's the feeling I started out with. And then it somehow evolved into rebellion against the 1%, and how even small rebellions count. Oh, and there's some stuff tossed in there about having unpopular beliefs, and keeping them because they keep me grounded and my head screwed on straight. Also, typical weirdness, all shoved head-first into a blender and set on 'pulverize'.
Don't judge me. I was cheated out of my coffee this morning.