67. I’m sure it’s funny to some and they think it’s nice, and as a person trying to be kinder, I must try to understand we all have opinions. But why? Reasons for me why I hate it ; - It shows our ancestors, our hard working ancestors who tried to teach us to know and live better, we just downgraded back to nonsensical talking - In the future, this could be our new language. I don’t want that because English, has top vocabulary, Brainrot however, uses slang (although I know I use it too, I don’t use it foully) and GenZ words even I, a fellow Gen Z kid, don’t even understand and much fewer sophisticated words, meaning our vocabulary would be limited. - The amount of people desperately following the herd, some are even older than me, (believe me when I say this, I don’t mean everyone who says 67 or smth like that is desperate, I’m just talking about SOME people.) are trying to get famous, and I’ll bet if the 67 kid is happy, his family is happy, then hate sent towards them is viewed as jealousy and leverage, which is disgraceful and disgusting in my opinion. - It’s a shame a poor number was turned into something kids use to fit in, to follow a trend, and so. And I’m frustrated I can’t change how everyone views or talks, and I’m ashamed of it. Why would I want to have control over you? That just means I’m as low as brainrot. Even my sibling, even my Asian parents, they don’t know or understand what brainrot really does. It’s a shame, because it hurts. It really does. Another thing, most brainrotted kids make FUN of serious situations, ‘oh hey this guy got hurt, haha he drives like a gramma, no aura and rizz at all’ hey. CLOSE. YOUR. TRAP. You cannot disrespect elderly, you cannot make fun of life and death situations. Because if you were in it, you little or large gremlin, you wouldn’t make fun of your own death , would you? And no, I don’t hate people, I hate their actions, their attitude, and wished this world was better. God (or i know SOME GenZ people don’t care even about our Lord, so whatever they think created the world, although I hardly suppose they even stop to THINK what we should be grateful for) created Earth as a safe space. What now? It’s a split, divided nightmare. Brainrot is a lousy excuse for fitting in. Trendy, whatever. I’m just glad they don’t do this to TV shows (like Skibidi Toilet) on Netflix, because then I would have to post ten hundred more rants. Tell me, in this world of lies, where comes forward the truth? I thought you wouldn’t know. Fear. Fear and Anger and Sadness. Those are the only truth in this world of lies. Maybe a tad bit of love and happiness, maybe slight kindness. We won’t know. We all lie. Even me, I admit. Although I know for a fact that I can never, ever fit in with brainrot . Now tell me, when have Brainrotted children have had a normal conversation? Without skibidi, without 67, without rizz? When have they had a heart to heart? Would you rather have swears or brainrot? Second option? I thought so. Wake me up .. once I’m not here anymore.
(I’m sorry if the rant sounds rude, really. But I must get this out or I just might burst.) Also, I crocheted a Daniel Slaughter (OC) plush. As if that’d make it better though
