Did you ever have a simple quote/speech that you felt really nailed it down and helped you get on with your life? I had this one moment from Pump Up the Volume really help me out:
You hear about some kid who did something stupid, something desperate. What possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well come here. It's really quite simple actually. Consider the life of a teenager. You have parents, teachers telling you what to do. You have movies, magazines, and TV telling you what to do. But you know what you have to do. Your job, your purpose, is to get accepted, get a cute girl friend, and think up something great to do with the rest of your life. What if you're confused and can't imagine a career? What if you're funny looking and you can't get a girl friend? You see no one wants to hear it, but the terrible secret is that being young is sometimes less fun than being dead.Suicide is wrong, but the interesting thing about it, is how uncomplicated it seems. Y’know! There you are, you got all these problems swarming around your brain, and here is one simple, one incredibly simple solution. I’m just surprised it doesn’t happen every day around here. Now, now they’re going to say I said offing yourself is simple, but no, no, no, no, it’s not simple. It’s like everything else you have to read the fine print. For instance, assuming that there is a heaven who would ever wanna go there, you know. I mean think about it, it’s cool you’re sitting on this cloud, you know it’s nice, it’s quiet, there’s no teachers, there’s no parents, but guess what? There’s nothing to do. Fucking boring. Another thing to remember about suicide is that it is not a pretty picture. First of all, you shit your shorts, you know? So there you are dead, people are weeping over you, crying, girls you never spoke to are saying, “Why? Why? Why?” and you have a load in your shorts. That’s the way I see it. Sue me. Now, they’re saying I shouldn’t think stuff like this. They’re saying that something is wrong with me, that I should be ashamed. Well, I’m sick of being ashamed. Aren’t you?
I don’t mind being dejected and rejected, but I’m not going to be ashamed about it. This pain is real. At least pain is real. You look around and you see nothing is real, but the pain is real. You know, even this show isn’t real. This isn’t me; I’m using a voice disguiser. I’m a phoney fuck just like my Dad, just like anybody. You see, the real me is just as worried as the rest of you. They say I’m disturbed, well of course I’m disturbed. I mean we’re all disturbed, and if we’re not, why not? Doesn’t this blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why not do something crazy? It makes a hell of a lot of sense than blowing you fucking brains out you know. Go nuts, go crazy, get creative! You got problems? You just chuck’em, nuke’em! They think you’re moody? Make’em think you’re crazy, make’em think you might snap! They think you got attitude? You show’em some real attitude! Come on, go nuts, get crazy. Hey no more Mr. Nice Guy. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh god!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I still want to know where they got that paper mache dick. Anyone remember that?
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