Originality Is Dead Monologue
|Originality Is Dead by Ashley McCann|
It's taken some time for me to gather my thoughts, and I am mad. You frustrate me so much! I like to hear people's opinions and let them get to me like yours did. I CARE what people have to say. I'm a good listener. You on the other hand, don't care what others think or feel. You insult them openly when you don't even know them. Somehow rumors and gossip and other opinions justify your own.
You say you're original with original thoughts and original feelings, but you're not. At a glance, you seem funny, sarcastic, and confident. Really you just don't trust anyone. Your jokes are just to cover it up. I don't know why and I don't care at the moment. Whatever your problem is, you come across as a jerk, and that won't solve anything.
I know I've caught glimpses of you being concerned about something in your life other than yourself, but it's so rare I might have been mistaken. How can you deal with friends? You always have a problem with something. You're utterly disagreeable! Talking to you is like talking to a garbage barge: Your sense of humor reeks with disdain, sensible people know you're coming and avoid you, and you dump your jerky thoughts on everyone.
I've tried to be nice, but you just don't seem to care. You continue to insult my friends. They didn't do anything to you. I don't care if you hate them, you just don't need to tell me that. I don't tell you that I hate everyone you like, and no matter what you say, you'd hate me for it.
As far as I'm concerned though, you just don't care. You live in a bubble where nothing touches you- not even the good things-, where everything you see is obscured so the finer details of life are too blurry to be seen. This is what I think of you. And whether or not you care, now you know what it is to be judged at a glance.