The best things in life aren't things

This quote really made me think about what is the most important non-thing in life. I think of friends, family, and dare I say it- love, but in this day and age it seems like love is delusional, it's become more materialistic than ever. With constantly changing yourself to fit a certain mold, or getting plastic surgery to look good, and constantly buying presents for valentines day and anniversaries it all adds up to just another investment. Honestly that's all relationships are-investments, or more like a casino, you put a bunch of money in and hope you get lucky.
I believe that we all are the generation of instant gratification, if we can't get it right away then we move on and find a better deal, a bigger wheel, a faster computer...a better partner. If we can't maintain the impossible, we go insane. We are the generation of change, how could we possibly live with the same person like our parents did, if we can't even live with ourselves? We are all constantly changing with the time. Constantly trying to look or feel better, trying to fit in. Throwing a fit if we can't fit into our old clothes..maybe we should try to fit in our own skin, and become comfortable with ourselves.
So what are we really doing when we try to be this unattainable beauty? We are conforming ourselves to the lie, and becoming deeply rooted in a materialistic love of a plastic pretty. This is deceiving for men who think what we look like is who we are, and who we are is revolved around make up and looking good. If there's no point in having a deep conversation who could blame them for only wanting sex? That's what we have become, a product of a product, used by men for pleasure.
And men have the uglier half of this whole dating thing- they pay for the plastic. Whether it's teddy bears, movies, dinners-their wallets are screaming. If a girl could pay attention for something other than their hot looking selves maybe they could pay for the bill. Guys also have to listen to us whine about how horrible our day went, and how Becky's hair looks better than mine bla bla bla. It's because we are so self-conscious about ourselves that we think guys won't keep us around too long. And we give ourselves up for love. But we are doing it all wrong, unless all guys want is sex we should probably develop a personality and some tolerance for ugly, because it's gonna hit us all eventually.
Are we really just all products of products? Are we to blame for this consumer-driven love? I think so. We are all doomed in the end.

The emo effect at the end added some comic relief i thought.


I kinda go on tangents... it might be random, but it's just my mind on paper and I'm already scatter-brained.