It is alway the one or the other? It can be both ridiculing the idea that everything can be blamed on genetics -or at least the people doing so- and the own struggle: what's wrong with me? Is everything to blame on me or is there a fault that can be fixed?
This song speaks to me personally and I don't care whether one meaning or another is the correct one, in fact, I couldn't explain it in detail if I wanted, it's the emotion. It's every word and every bloody beat in this goddamned song that sometimes conveys so perfectly how I feel. The confusion, frustration, clear idiocy and anxiety of trying to be the person you want to be, function in a socially acceptable manner and trying to fix/find out what the fuck is wrong with you. Do I have ADD, am I autistic, what is the source of this depression, why am I dealing with this instead of just trying to live, this is all stupid I just fucked up now I deal with it, stop blaming it on anything else, how come nothing I do ever succeeds, should I take medication, I am not a slut but am I a slut because I slept with so many persons trying to find love and fill a void and why am I not happy?
It's rather scary that nobody but yourself can be blamed. Wouldn't it be so much easier to just point at your family, yell "Genetics!" and walk away scot-free? That solves everything, right?
It is alway the one or the other? It can be both ridiculing the idea that everything can be blamed on genetics -or at least the people doing so- and the own struggle: what's wrong with me? Is everything to blame on me or is there a fault that can be fixed?
This song speaks to me personally and I don't care whether one meaning or another is the correct one, in fact, I couldn't explain it in detail if I wanted, it's the emotion. It's every word and every bloody beat in this goddamned song that sometimes conveys so perfectly how I feel. The confusion, frustration, clear idiocy and anxiety of trying to be the person you want to be, function in a socially acceptable manner and trying to fix/find out what the fuck is wrong with you. Do I have ADD, am I autistic, what is the source of this depression, why am I dealing with this instead of just trying to live, this is all stupid I just fucked up now I deal with it, stop blaming it on anything else, how come nothing I do ever succeeds, should I take medication, I am not a slut but am I a slut because I slept with so many persons trying to find love and fill a void and why am I not happy?
It's rather scary that nobody but yourself can be blamed. Wouldn't it be so much easier to just point at your family, yell "Genetics!" and walk away scot-free? That solves everything, right?