The Key to Happiness

I love who I am right now. Or rather, I love who I am – in general, and you know what? I am happy.

Happiness has been a controversial emotion throughout my life. What is happiness? I attempted to define happiness in order to achieve it. I attempted to wipe out all emotion, to avoid its opposite. But life isn’t about avoiding. You can run from your parents, you can run from your friends, you can run from any form of outside authority, but the one entity you can’t run from is yourself.

The latter part of the above paragraph is a cliché. The kind of thing you see on Facebook. The common quotes you see graffitied on city walls and plastered on the back of the many cars populating an already overpopulated world. The kind of so-called rubbish found on the bumper stickers of your ‘average everyday normal guy’ (Jon Lajoie. Check out the song!). Think about it though. What is a cliché? A cliché has been defined as a ‘trite or obvious remark’ (Princeton). When people hear clichés, they immediately switch off, allowing the remark to go in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t until now that I realised how stupid that is. Clichés may be obvious, they may be overused, but that in no way hinders their legitimacy.

All my life I’ve been influenced by what this person thought, and what that person thought. I sought to discover the justifications behind their opinions of me and mold myself according to their criteria. That, however, has reached its conclusion. Most people wallow in the grey area of being swayed by external influences, but you know my extremities and I, I could never wallow in the grey area of anything. The all or nothing person I am leaped from being invisibly puppeted by society, to not puppeteering society, but ignoring society and puppeteering myself. Finally I’ve come to terms with the fact that truly to change the world one must start with themselves. All that ‘starting with the man in the mirror’ bs does have some validity to it. Set an example and others will follow. No one follows hypocrites of their own will.

Happiness truly resides in coming to terms with oneself.

I've Noticed

The people who become obsessive or incredibly passionate about a certain matter are those who are looking to fill a void in their lives. An emptiness left by a lack of appreciation, a void caused by a lack of love, the search for approval or the search to fulfill an incomprehensible missing something in their lives, something they just can’t put a finger on. The latter ‘something’ entails to a rather specific group of people. A group of people I’ve chosen to call the ‘wanderers.’ These ‘wanderers’ tend to be emotionally unstable and mentally inconsistent. Of course people must move on, in regards to life, thus improving and making positive progress. However these ‘wanderers’ move on in a different sense of the phrase. They tend to forget the past, ignore the present and inch towards a mirage in their future. When visualizing these people, I see a dog running in circles behind its own tail. Constantly searching, looking for answers, answers to unanswerable questions. Answers to questions that can only be answered if one believes in a higher power, something to justify all the unfathomable phenomena occurring around us. Back to the point. These wanderers and others who are searching for the cement to fill the hole in their lives are often left high and dry with nothing to satisfy them. Therefore they accept whatever happens to be the most available and fulfilling at the time, latch on and don’t let go. They become bloodsucking infatuated parasites. This host of theirs temporarily fills the gap and during their period of infatuation they defend their host with tooth and nail. This defensive nature does not stem from a faith in their host’s qualities or anything of the sort, but from a profound debt they feel towards the entity that has brought a temporary sense of fulfillment in their lives.
This type of relationship is absolutely unhealthy. Just because you’re empty, just because you feel like your heart is nothing but a never-ending abyss of sorrow and rejection, turning to something, or someone to make you whole is not a realistic solution. Are you truly so insecure in yourself that you feel the need to let yourself go in the arms of an unfamiliar entity which you allow to consume and dictate your being?
I am from a Catholic background, slightly agnostic and definitely open minded. I’m not one of those Christians who believe that if you’ve heard the word of God yet decided to follow a different path you’re immediately banished to hell. Psh. In that case it’s better to remain uneducated. However if you think about it, for the latter part of that statement to be true, one must believe the first part, as that statement itself (I have been told) is a (Pentecostal) Christian doctrine. If one were not Christian, that statement would not apply therefore you would not go to hell. So remember peeps, if you’re a Christian who doesn’t follow the word of God, remember to convert out of Christianity to save your soul from eternal torture. Sigh. I’m sorry if I offended anybody, that thought has been really consuming my mind the last few days. Back to the point, again.
You do not need to surrender yourself to an unknown entity just to feel fulfillment within yourself! Sure, that’s one way, I’m not scorning upon it. All I’m saying is there are other POSITIVE alternatives. In life you always have a choice. You just need to have trust and belief in yourself. You need to face the reality, understand your obstacles and embrace the qualities you are able to use to overcome the obstacles (No quality is entirely positive or entirely negative. Every quality depends on the circumstance in which it’s used). Embrace your inner strength. There may be a higher power, there may be not (I for one, believe in a higher power, this entire post is purely ‘just saying’), but either way, don’t leave it up to someone you can’t even see (atheist point of view). God, if you do believe in him, will want you to help yourself, God is love and love is pure and love is true. Your life up to a certain point, is in your hands. The rest is up to fate, luck or God. Whichever you wish to call it.

16.09.10

I’m swallowed in an engulfment of thought, yet thought of no substance. Thought of a nothingness, a nothingness so deep it seems to border something. However undeniably, it still is nothing. It’s like feeling so cold, you’re starting to burn. Fire – ice, elements that contradict and complement. Analysis, analysis, someone give me a conclusion! Andy Warhol once said, “I’m deeply superficial” Does that describe how I feel at the moment? I’m listening to Roads again. Roads always has a meaning. Unfortunately, due to its abstraction, its meaning too is usually undecipherable to one in the midst of the conflict. I just need a moment to step out and look back on everything; eliminate all external and superficial influence. I need a moment to order my thoughts. Am I doing the right thing? Maybe I should stay away. I don’t want to rush into anything, or ruin anything. Then again, is there anything there to ruin in the first place? Am I making assumptions? Forcing myself to feel? What the fuck am I doing? Honestly.

22.09.10

Last night sent chills through me. It’s a crazy feeling really. I’m upset and disappointed though - at myself. I froze up so many times. Why are my emotions so overwhelming? They engulf me and consume my entire life. No wonder I want a life consuming job to keep me completely occupied and productive. I’ve always been scared of emotional attachment - with valid reason, and my last emotional attachment definitely did not help my cause with its constant mental trauma. It just locked me up in a little cage, hidden behind a facade of intoxicants, concealed under a thick veil of misconceptions, waiting in bitter apprehension for someone to find me. I’ve been located as such, but as I sat there miserably awaiting my liberation, I lost the key to my cage. Now I’m sitting in this sadistic little cage, unable to free myself and unknowing of how anyone else could possibly save me. The point of this little metaphorical rant being, why can’t I open up? It’s not like I ‘won’t.’ I mean I’ve tried, I just can’t. I can’t let go of myself. That is why I don’t like dancing. I’m always scrutinizing my every move and criticizing my every action. I don’t trust myself in my own hands anymore. For once, I need to let someone else take complete control. I need someone else to cut through the cage with shards of diamond. But who? This is where my other significant issue arises; a complete and absolute lack of trust in pretty much every aspect of the world. The world is a shitty place, I know this isn’t entirely true, but it’s what I’ve been indoctrinated to believe. The people who imbedded this notion into me only wanted the best for me; it was a form of self-preservation. However, a while ago it passed all boundaries of self-preservation and entered the region of internal and external self-destruction – my home as of now. A growing physical, sexual and emotional insecurity seems to be incinerating my soul, diminishing it into its inevitable nonexistence. My lack of trust, as mentioned before, prevents me from opening up emotionally, physically and after the last attachment, sexually – an issue I thought would never arise. Therefore I’m pretty much starting from square one. My past relationships never happened; I’ve lost all experience gained with them, ironically maintaining only the damage they did to me. Honestly, whoever you are. Take me away from myself or who I’ve become. I can’t linger like this any longer.

hellyeahrandomthoughts

Personally, I believe that life is the ultimate form of entertainment (until death). We are given this life to explore and discover. I believe that drugs are a perfect medium for this, ie. acid. We as human beings are the most intellectual species on this earth (even th ough we don’t act accordingly) and by using these tools (not abusing) we can gain knowledge and wisdom, and also find our inner self. That’s just a little of my insight, don’t know if it makes any sense to you guys. - HighHaze
Fuck yeah. I completely agree. Life is just a form of entertainment. It’s given to us to explore without limitations. I’m referring to this in a subconscious, unconscious and conscious sense of the word explore. Fuck what’s morally correct. As long as you don’t physically harm anybody else, you’re fine. Getting high or falling down the rabbit hole is merely another method of self discovery. When you’re high you see and notice things you don’t in your usual state of mind. Sure, you can develop your senses to meet this standard in a conscious manner - but why can’t you do the same without undergoing this process? Lewis Caroll was on a trip while he wrote Alice In Wonderland, a literary masterpiece. The things he discussed may have been a little ‘out there’, but what’s wrong with ‘out there’? I’m sick of the traditional and the conservative. The good little broadway girl acting in her plays saving sex for after marriage and following the rules of products of the 70’s. This is a new fucking generation. Progress. Times change. Paradigms shifts occur. It’s all about adaptation. Think outside the box. Education, too, must progress. The age of memorization, knowledge and regurgitation is nearing its end. Understanding, concepts and critical analysis are the doorway to a real future. Knowledge undeniably is the foundation of understanding, however knowledge is easy to acquire. Simple. A piece of fucking cake. Understanding on the other hand requires the ability to connect and relate. If I were to start a school, the subject I’d place the most emphasis on would be epistemology. Sure we know how, we know where, we know when and we know what - but do we know why? Are we able to analyse with objectivity? Are we mentally exposed to the negatives and the positives of every situation? True intelligence comes with the ability to objectively make a choice based on subjectivity. Are we living in a fucking censored society, our mental state blinded by authoritarian figures, the fate of our global population in the hands of ignorant motherfuckers?
I’m not pro-drugs or anti-drugs. I don’t believe in a right or wrong. I’m just firmly against living in an enclosed environment with the inability to control our own actions. You don’t do drugs? Why? Because it’s bad for you? Of course it is. So is everything in excess! How about in moderation? It’s still bad? How do you know that? Where is your proof? Your best friend told you not to? Why? Because he had a friend who got hooked on E and when he was off committed suicide with the lack of serotonin within his body? Didn’t you fucking hear me say MODERATION? Learn to draw the line.
I’m firmly against this for the benefit of the narrow minded people I have had the misfortune of associating with and in general, the fate of the human race. I’m thankful that never in my life have my true logical thoughts been subdued or indoctrinated due to external forces. I want you, the reader, to go and define the word ‘indoctrination’. Right now. Indoctrination isn’t going to hit you in the face. It’ll slowly slither up your fingertips, linger in your ears and slime its way into your mind. Similarly to peer pressure. No one’s going to tell you, “I want you to think like this. This is the way you are supposed to think.” No. Like Hitler during the holocaust, indoctrination will be the environment you have grown up in. The thoughts you have been trained to think, the feelings and notions you associate yourself with. Even in the quest to belong, the quest to classify yourself within a group of people, you are in a position of indoctrination. Do not believe what other people tell you, unless you have used your five senses or intuition to justify their teachings. The method you use to justify what you have been told is of no significance, as long as you do. It’s all about you. It all starts with you. You need to give yourself a reason to believe.
I second the anarchist theory, ‘whatever man has the might to do, he has the right to do’ with minor adjustment. This adjustment being; without inflicting harm upon external entities.
TO BE CONTINUED.

The Creature I've Become

Capricious creature. You waste your existence wallowing in inhumane apathy. Your corrosive indifference seems a poison to whoever faces the misfortune of crossing paths with your ember. How I abhor your destructive interference in what I used to call my life; recently referred to more accurately as my ‘state of existence’. I’d command you to ignominy, although it is not my place to dictate your fate. I, as your puppet, must obey your commands. I trudge along in mental monotony, forming censored psychological manifestations, allowing you to control my being. However, you are me, and I am you. We are one, yet I detest you. Therefore, should I not, detest me too?

Yes, I’m referring to myself. My ‘inner demons.’ Passive inaction too, is a crime. Often, one’s greatest struggle is with oneself - directly and/or indirectly. You are the only person you can truly change. So begin with yourself and your environment will fall into place.

Musical Expression

“You know I’ve got this theory, there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They’re the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Um, then there’s the music people, like Brooke. Who could care less for the lyrics as long as its just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me it’s usually song lyrics.” - Peyton Sawyer
 
Above is clear evidence of a failed attempt to be deep. Does she not realise that music too speaks its own language? The structure of the music, the beat, the melody, the dynamics, the tempo all speak words of emotion, musical words. As stated in a previous post of mine, music is what feelings sound like. The content of a song does not lie merely within its lyrics. This coming from a verbal linguistic person. A person who tends to feel the need to express and analyse all in a linguistic manner. Music too can be interpreted in a diversity of ways, similarly to words. What means something to a certain person, means a completely different thing to someone else, hence promoting misunderstandings. However as one may have realised, misunderstandings are a common side effect of freedom of speech as one shuns the simplicities of dictatorship and indoctrination. Freedom of speech is a complex concept. A concept that many feel should be a right, as opposed to a privilege. However, with power comes responsibility and with the power to express whatever one wishes, maturity is fundamental.

All Around Me: Flyleaf

My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

My hands float up above me
And you whisper you love me
And I begin to fade
Into our secret place

The music makes me sway
The angels singing say we are alone with you
I am alone and they are too with you

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing

And so I cry
The light is white
And I see you

Take my hand
I give it to you
Now you own me
All I am
You said you would never leave me
I believe you
I believe.

Because beauty doesn't last forever.

Dear God, the only thing I ask of you is
to hold her when I'm not around,
when I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again.
Once again.

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again.
This is not about emotion,
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
Or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
And it don't make sense.

We be awesome.

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Nightmares.

Written on the 18th of January, 2010. Much has changed since.

Our dreams, believed to be structured, figurative or literal symbolic representations of our subconscious mind are unexplainable phenomena frequently appearing in the human mind. Dreams are open to interpretation hence making their nature vivid, abstract and unclear. I however, rarely have dreams of positivity. My nights are clouded with nightmare after nightmare, loss after loss and ripping emotion after emotion. My dreams or rather nightmares trap me within the barriers of my own mind, creating a prison escapable only through waking up.

The three main concepts addressed by each and every nightmare are:

loneliness,

failure  

rejection. 

Lost in the prison,
of thought.
My mind longing to quench
its thirst to kill.
Kill the demons, 
born of my own consciousness.
Eradicate the isolation.
Overpower the failure
Rise above the rejection.
Eliminate the pain.

My nightmares of loneliness are often combined with an exhilarating sense of adventure. There is often a definite goal which I must achieve in order to wake up. However, this nightmare of sorts may transform into a dream after I have accomplished the assigned goal. I’ve crossed the border; the border that indicates the line between the familiar and the unknown, the safe and the precarious, the heartwarming and the cold. I’m in unfamiliar territory, alone within the slight protection of my own fragile skin. My heart and mind, the only dependable assets I may use to get me through this new world of isolation I have been thrust into. I am alone and I must return – yet I do not know how. My dreams of loneliness habitually take place within a parallel universe, this parallel universe often includes characters classified as fantastical or mystical; fairies, the transformers, the Men in Black or even dinosaurs.

My nightmares of failure, the dreams which trap my mind from every corner, have absolutely no escape while within the dream. The door of my prison cell has been locked and the key has been discarded. I am lost in a world of negativity with no hope of return. Nightmares of failure may only be prevented, as there is no cure.

My nightmares of rejection are regarded, even within my dreams, with my typical fake nonchalance and pride. I overlook the issue in denial and risk my happiness for the sake of my pride.

These nightmares are the cause and effect of the sudden paradigm shift that took place within my mind. My constantly developing outlook on life has been influenced by and produced these recurring nightmares. The development of the content within these nightmares and the increasing and decreasing depictions of fear and dread are based on the strength of my feelings, weight of my guilt and significance of my fear.

Statuism in a nutshell.

"I am not what you think I am.
I am not what I think I am.
I am what I think you think I am."

The quote above is pretty much my personal project in a nutshell. Food for thought.

I just want this to end.

I've been downloading countless numbers of Owl City songs today. A clear representation of my current mood; soft, sad and mellow. Not a mood I'm allowed to feel though.. Just like the rules set for me addressing my happiness: not allowed that either. I tell those I spend time with how surprised and happy I am regarding a current happening in my life, it's called being big headed. No, it's just being proud of yourself, thrilled that your self-esteem issues aren't really valid. However, obviously those who have caused you your self-esteem issues are going to  get angry when you seem to have overcome them.

I want a new start, a new beginning, new people. I don't want people who bring up things that happened in 6th Grade, never allowing me to move on. I find it pathetic that those who bring up such long forgotten events, become touchy when I bring up events from months ago. Well guess what, karma's a bitch. You can put on a fake smile, but God sees you and you won't get away with what you do.

Once again, I want a new start, a new beginning, new people. People who understand me and accept me for who I am. Those who don't kiss ass, loyal friends. I'm told that I'm too picky with people and my standards are too high. All I ask for is individuality, is that too much of a quality to ask for? Are the people in my environment really so deprived of this basic quality? Pathetic, beyond pathetic.

Superficiality. I'm pointing at YOU.

People ask me, 'why must you analyze everything?' Well in return, I ask them, 'why must you be so superficial?'

I find it quite pathetic how those I am surrounded by (no, I am not classifying the entire human race as one merely those who I am surrounded by) have the tendency to overlook the most crucial characteristics of being humane; depth. Time and time again, I fail to understand how people I know can so willingly go along with a friendship, without anything substantial to sustain it. This is why I am picky about those I befriend, I have standards. Hah. I have a criteria you must meet, I'm not going to pick up any old mongrel off the street because they're 'nice'. Hasn't your mother ever told you not to use 'nice' as an adjective? It's a FAIL word. I've also been asked why I seem to think that people always have ulterior motives.  Well you know fucking what. Most people do. And the one's you don't suspect, are often the culprits. Heard the saying, 'good girls are bad girls that don't get caught?' Cliche as it is, it's true. Everyone has a goal in mind, something to achieve through every simple action and movement they make. Every little thing means something. Sometimes people make friends because personalities just click, naturally attract, sometimes the reasons go beyond this simple concept. Befriend the nerd? To copy off them and get good grades. No chica/o, this sudden new addition to your life doesn't love you for who you are. What the fuck are you thinking? On the positive side, this COULD BE the case. However, taking into account the minority of people I've chosen to address, this isn't. Reality check guys. Use your fucking brains. Befriend the girl all the guys like? Well duh, they want to get through to the guys. Befriend the bitch? They want an empire. Once again, I'm sure I need to repeat, that this is NOT a generalization. It is incredibly specific.

It's funny how it's always the same people. Time and time again.

The Lucifer Effect

As the evil within the human race grows, so does our definition of the word 'evil'. The more 'evil' we become, the harder it is to be labeled as such.

How do psychologists understand the transformation of Human Character - evil to good, or good to evil?
Study by Philip Zimbardo

Evil can influence us in three ways.

DISPOSITIONAL: Inside of Individuals The Bad Apple

SITUATIONAL: External The Bad Barrel

SYSTEMATIC: Broad influences, the system, political, economical, legal power The Bad Barrel-Makers


7 Social Processes That Grease the Slippery Slope of Evil
- Mindlessly taking the first small step
- Dehumanization of others
- De-individuation of self (anonymity)
- Diffusion of personality responsibility
- Blind obedience to authority
- Uncritical conformity to group norms
- Passive tolerance of evil through inaction or inderrence


The Evil of Passive Inaction
To watch an individual being destroyed, torn apart, physically or mentally is as bad as committing the crime itself. One’s need for self-preservation often outweighs one’s conscience. This is the crime humanity is most guilty of, known as passive inaction, ‘staying out of it’. They follow the rule, “Don’t get involved and mind your own business!” Their response should be, “HUMANITY is my business!” These individuals do not realize that individually preserving themselves and none other than themselves could cause the destruction of society as a whole. Collaboration is the key to progress.

You know you're an ENTP when..

1. You can out debate someone who has the right answer, knowingly using the wrong answer, and win.

2. You see people you know studying hours for a test while you are playing video games or other forms of procrastination and read maybe one page of the textbook. Then they become angry at you for getting a better grade.

3. You manage manage money for other people better than you manage your own.

4. Somebody calls you a jerk and you think it's a compliment. (You're A Jerk - New Boyz totally applies)

5. You actually do have a heart. It just has magical powers of invisibility.

6. Your teacher tells you you did a good job BSing your way through your last test.

7. Your music library consists of country, rap, opera, indie, movie soundtracks, pop and bagpipes

8. You will be incredibly loyal in a relationship, but when treated badly, even unconsciously, you're gone in the blink of an eye, leaving the people around you to wonder 'what happened?'

9. You have a low boredom threshold.

10. You just move on quickly in general.

11. You have little respect for rules that fail to serve a useful purpose.

12. You are always searching for logical meaning.

13. You try to help someone when they just want you to listen.

14. You tend to be narcissistic.

15. You get kicks from seeing people's reactions.

16. You make a big deal out of nothing for entertainment purposes.

17. Your constant pointing out the truth tends to hurt people that can't accept the truth.

18. You've been told you're cold by somebody you've been loyal to for ages, hence leaving you in amazement at the ignorance of society.

19. You think you can be everywhere at the same time.

20. You prefer arguing about things you don't know, only to test your intuition and sharpen your ego.

21. You think the work of infamous criminals is interesting/cool.

22. You really really don't like stupid people.

23. You really really don't like stupid people who think they're not stupid.

24. You often have 50+ tabs open in Firefox (sometimes even 100+). Or when you leave a tab open with the intent to read it later, have it opened for days, only to give up after a week or so, after admitting to yourself you'll never actually get around to read it.

25. You spend more than five minutes in a room, you develop several plans in case you're attacked in the room and at least one involves you fighting ninjas. Your friends ask you what you're thinking, you tell them and their response is WTH !?

26. You see things that others don't.

27. You set yourself a really exciting and inspired goal, and the next day you've totally forgotten and/or lost interest, and you don't care.

28. You have actually given serious thought to which type would make a good partner in world domination, and you have strong beliefs on the topic.

29. People start telling you that events begin a half hour to an hour earlier than they actually do in order to get you to arrive on time.

30. You spend four hours researching and learning about completely random topics instead of revising for your exams!

31. When you... Sorry, I decided to go do something else mid-sentence.

32. You are good at analysis.

33. You are known for your quest of the novel and complex.

34. Smaller issues irritate you but you regard larger issues as a challenge to overcome.

35. You like who you are, and you appreciate individualism.

36. You are regarded as the 'lawyer' type as you are quick to understand and analyze a situation for what it really is.

37. You enjoy playing devil's advocate.

38. You are known to cut corners and think nothing of it.

39. You admire talented people over the hardworking.

40. You tend to have excellent communication skills.

41. You have many ENFP friends and you spend most of your time with them.

42. You have close ISTJ friends yet their exceptionally overcritical attitude tends to irritate you.

43. You know people who will do anything to prove you wrong. Even argue that you're wrong, when they know you're right.

♥

We are young.

We are strong.

We're not looking for where we belong.

We are free and we're running with blood on our knees.

Mika.

 'i'm a wind up toy in an up-down world'

Wild, spontaneous, unpredictable, mysterious, possible fence hopper, multi-racial could it get any better? Furthermore, he has slight OCD, is innovative and sings with a high falsetto. Many may be thinking Michael Jackson at this point, however, the similarities end there. Mika's style is completely his own and makes me think of bubblegum. An abstract fusion of pink, blue, orange, clashing colours that brighten up the growing world of Mika-ness. Shallow it may seem, but his lyrics have hidden depth. They are the perfect way to convey deep messages in a light hearted manner. In Big Girls You Are Beautiful he disagrees with the media promoted general consensus that one must be skinny to be pretty. Blame It On The Girls addresses the issue of those privileged humans, wallowing in self pity over incessant petty issues when others out there are lacking so much more. Grace Kelly, a bubbly yet mocking song taunting the musical industry about their attempts to mold him into what 'they wanted him to be.'
Within the lines, 'I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky. I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like!' he appears to be light hearted, though really, beneath those seemingly nonsensical shallow words, he's taunting those he tried to force him away from being true to himself.

Should I bend over, should I look older, just to be put on your shelf? An evident example of his euphemistic attack on the stereotypical music industry.

However, though most of his songs do have hidden meanings, stemmed from a part of his subconscious, addressing issues that are on his mind, some are purely light hearted - nothing wrong with that though, is there? One does not need to be depressed to be classified as deep, and light-heartedness is not synonymous with being shallow.

Below is my current favourite Mika song; Toy Boy. The melody and words are definitely ones to be stuck in your head. :)