a green plastic watering can
for a fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth

that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself

it wears her out, it wears her out
it wears her out, it wears her out

she lives with a broken man
a cracked polystyrene man
who just crumbles and burns

he used to do surgery
on girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins

and it wears him out, it wears him out
it wears him out, it wears him out

she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing
my fake plastic love

but i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if I just turn and run

and it wears me out, it wears me out
it wears me out, it wears me out

and if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted
all the time, all the time

This song resembles so many of the problems I face in life. The song, to me, talks about the molds that we are expected to fill from our parents and from society.

I know that on a real level, I've failed my parents. The plan and path they set out for me was not the one I chose. All their perseverence for what they believed I should be and do ... I simply chose to ignore it and go my own path.

Of course, I have no regrets. I love my life. I love the skills I've acquired ... and I'm excited about the future. There's still a very real threat of "failing," but I'm sure that I'll be ok.

So many people have walked down a path chosen for them without really thinking about what they are doing. They've gone through the motions and find out, in the end, they're empty and unsure about what they want.

Finding the passion that drives your life is the *most important* aspect of your life when you are younger. Whatever you choose to do, you will be doing it for the latter half of your life.

Not finding that which fulfills you will most definitely lead you to become the "cracked polysterene man" with a "fake plastic love."

...

I used to be described as being a very cynical person ... but I think I've changed quite a bit over the past few years. I'm sure only those who saw me in my utter shititude during my freshman year would know how much I've changed, but I have.

I'm now more aware of life in general. I don't purport to know the secrets to life, but I know that being happy and doing the things you want are _so_very_important_.

Chasing money for so many years ... it's seriously neverending. I was never happy with what I made, when in retrospect now, it was so much. The lesson I took out of that? Don't work towards the next paycheck. You just lose time and you're never happy with what you made.

Enjoy your life.