How someone with their head so far up their own ass could be so self-oblivious amazed her. Another rambling diatribe about this generation's lack of taste began and she started breathing almost exclusively through stifled sighs. She sat listening to the same post-post-everything friends she listened to last weekend. Every word hung in the air as though the speaker had just stumbled across some unknown truth. Meanwhile watching the vapid numbing their own obsolescence by assigning meaning to the pointless wore her down. She thought that a life of cliches must be less tiring than the constant need to feign originality.