Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this?
They tell you: Follow your dreams. Listen to your spirit. Change the world. Make your mark. Find your inner voice and make it sing. Embrace failure. Dream. Dream and dream big. As a matter of fact, dream and don’t stop dreaming until your dream comes true. I think that’s crap. I think a lot of people dream. And while they are busy dreaming, the really happy people, the really successful people, the really interesting, powerful, engaged people? Are busy doing.
It’s your crap that’s endearing. It’s the basis of any relationship, way beyond even the choice of who wins on to whom. It’s crap that sustains things. The mutual vulnerability that comes from knowing each other’s crap. How shallow would we be if you only felt things for people on account of their successes? How likely would that be to survive?
I got a lot of crap for being named SZA but not being affiliated with Wu-Tang, and being a girl.
I'm not soppy-romantic. I don't buy Valentine's cards or any of that cheesy crap.
I don't give a crap about clowns.
I just think political correctness is crap.
I hate to hear 'Less is more.' It's a crock of crap.
Ninety percent of everything is crap.