I feel permanently alienated on this planet of moronic dullards mindlessly consuming all they are told to by equally mindless 'celebrities' in the pay of morally bereft fat-cats.
Seeing jeans around people's knees sickens me. Hearing auto-tuned, warbling non-entities and cash-worshipping, gun-loving imbeciles on the radio makes me want to kick bricks down their throats.
Being surrounded by cretins with not the faintest ideas of civility, courtesy, social responsibility or kindness fills me with rage and mkes me wonder if a mankind globally warmed out of existence would really be such a bad thing.
How do I cope? I don't really. I get increasingly more frustrated and will undoubtedly explode in a frenzy of grotesque retribution in the style of William Foster in Falling Down. I feel like The Omega Man but without the firepower. I am, ideed, a lost soul.
Thankfully, there are plenty of us around and I don't need to barricade the doors just yet.

Let's all have a jolly good laugh at this human detritus at www.peopleofwalmart.com.

Sometimes I do feel quite the oddball out.  I recently went back to school, and sometimes my look is not accepted nicely - and these are folks in their late 20s to 50s (respiratory therapy school).  However, more times than not, I get compliments on my 'sassy' style.  A few of the ladies have even been 'dressing' up a little more rather than rolling into class with sweat pants and tank tops.

Luckily, there is a larger number of people just out and about in our who have taken on the vintage lifestyle.