Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie

I'm pretty much unrealistically-optimistic most of the time. Like I can always imagine that pin-size light at the end of every dark tunnel I'm in. But being 99 percent human I am, my happy balloon gets deflated too.

People nowadays tend to be so "me" generated. And to put it in a modernized manner, people today are the worst selfie-generation that's ever walked the earth. They're all after facebook, twitter, and that faux-photography thing called "Instagram." It's all about being able to swim with what's currently trending even if it means faking for it.

When you roam around the Metro, try counting how many people are using Blackberry or the latest Iphone in the market. And you'll surprisingly notice that almost all can afford these two cellphones which are formerly classified as luxury. But then, try to ask these people how much moolah are in their bank accounts and they'll tell you that they're on post-paid.

And look over that guy with the wheels. Yes, he's got the wheels. And many girls would see this as an instant pogi point. Ask if he's willing to drive you up North and he'll tell you yes, but the gas is yours, honey.

"There's a new cupcake shop in town!" And girls wearing uniformly-styled dresses would pose with their sweet treat via Instagram. The saddest part was: before, it was all about giving thanks to the Lord because of the blessing that He has laid before you; today, it's all about posting the picture as quickly as possible for the entire Milky Way to know that you are indeed "in."

Another condominium is on the rise. And a few yuppies, "still-newbies" on their way up to the corporate ladder would come and brag about how much installation they've invested in one square of a room minus the ventilation. What a pity. Ask if they can afford to have a permanent residence with a clean BIR-processed and RD-verified title in ten years and they'll stir you to how big is the swimming pool of their condo.

Girls would go gaga over NBA, would even have the nerve to bet for money and boy-cringing attention. Ask if they knew how "their" team won with all the matching technicalities, I bet you'll hear the crickets croak. Poor girls.

And look at those "pa-conyo" local employees of Makati and Eastwood. Wearing the same braces, donning the same large purses and possesses the same credit card balances. They're even color-coded most of the time. Disgusting.

And look how those girls love having their hair colored the blondest way possible. They all look deranged Barbies.

What I hate about this world the most is how people tend to sugar-coat everything. How they become clones of a society which doesn't have enough to boast aside from being liked as if it's on Facebook.

Another thing is how big deal your relationship status is on Facebook. Like everyone cares. It's all about telling the whole world:

"LOOK AT ME! I'M SUCH A SWEET GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND! WE'RE SO MEANT TO BE! COME AND BE HAPPY FOR US!"

How self-centered.

It's madness. Nowadays, every single tick of the clock will actually cost you heaps of superficiality.. once you've followed the "trending" norm. And before you know it, you've meta morphed into a social-climber clone. You have lost your sense of who you really are.. before the world knew Instagram.

Gone are the weird. Gone are the indie.

Take a grip of yourself.