Partying is overrated

Parties aren't always fun. There are some really boring and fucked up parties out there. Some nights you wish you had never even left the house to go to this stupid thing a friend of yours had won free tickets for. Because he had won a writing contest. A story about Jean-Marie Pfaff, Robbe De Hert and a cat, if I recall it right. The truth is, that some parties don't deserve to be called that way. They should be called 'events' instead, a term that covers way more ground than party and is therefore more accurate, since an event is not always a party. An event can be a cultural thing for instance. It could also not be a cultural thing. The worst events however, are those who claim to be cultural, but turn out to be just the opposite. Some guy and a bald chick trying to sell their since long outdated ideas as fresh, only criticized by one, laughed at by another, and shown no respect whatsoever by the two persons who walked out. Respect is a word I don't particularly like, but they deserved it. Last night. I myself hate the political correct hype of granting everybody respect. In their face. Stab them in the back later. Nobody grants us any. Respect is not the most valuable thing in the world. Gold is, or maybe diamonds, I'm not an expert on valuable things, since I don't have any. Memories aren't valuable. Nor are emotions. They cannot be valued, and thus have no value. Simple as that. Just read the words, and interpret their meaning. People have worked so long to develop languages, that their efforts should not be questioned. The guy from the bald chick had written a 'graphic novel'. What's a graphic novel? Just a comic that isn't funny or exciting, or even slightly interesting to read. Art. Art for the elite, though actually for the masses. The masses that try to capture, try to understand. They do not. The elite does. And cries.

"Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." T.A. Edison