Like innumerable other people, I'm Matthew.
I love abnormality and nonconformity. I hate people that are the same. If you're the same, don't talk to me. (Just kidding. Most people aren't really the same... let me rephrase. If you enjoy being the same or want other people to be the same, don't talk to me. If you wish you were the same, we may have some room to work with. Ummm... yeah. Break the chains of conformity and expectation.)
People are sheep. They love to follow. It's so easy to let other people think for you. Try to think for yourself. It's way harder than it sounds. Try to form your own opinion that's not dependent on what other people think. I know I can't do it, and sometimes I forget to try too. But we really should. It's really really hard, but... don't be a sheep.
I think that traditional gender roles should be FUCKING DEMOLISHED. I suppose you could say I'm a feminist, sort of... I guess I am. But I'd also like to think I'm a masculinist. Maybe you could just call me an anti-patriarchalist. That pretty much expresses the sentiment I'm after.
I'm not religious, but I believe there's a lot to be learned from religion and religious texts... and insulting someone's faith is like shitting on their life, and I don't tolerate it. However, I am getting sick and tired of the immense influence the Christian religion has on the U.S. government.
Everyone is a hypocrite. This is totally inevitable.
There is no such thing as perfection. There is no such thing as evil. While there may be such a thing as eternity, nothing lasts that long. There are no absolutes, not even this one.
Music is the best thing in the world. I'm not as eclectic in my taste as I'd like to be, but I'm really working at it. If you can recommend interesting bands, composers, individual works, whatever... please do so.
"What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?"
--Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton
