This was a thesis project for the class- “Introduction to Creativity with Willie Baronet” that changed my life. The validation that it was voted the best project out of 200 people continues to justify my pitiful attempts at being a functional adult. Don’t believe me? I’ll forward you the email.

Assignment: answer how you want to help the world and create anything that expresses your statement. Naturally I decided to combine music, sass, psychology, and rhymes.

Full Transcript: “Therapy With Mo”

Excerpt:

“Has anyone considered that the depression rates of our generation are so high because, over-all, we deduce that our laziness makes us failures in the eyes of our predecessors?  I believe that those who lack passion, empathy, and/or are apathetic to the plight of others, don’t have to hate themselves for these so-called personality failures. In a strange way, it gives them the ability to view the world for what it is, a hilarious mess. I’ve considered ending it all before, like any angst-ridden teenager before “open carry”, but I have realized that (given A. I always have that option and B. death will happen eventually) I might as well spend my time doing things I like, just for the hell of it*. I used to judge the ideals of blogging, self help books, instagram, because of the uselessness of the information being shared (I don’t care about the photos people post of their pets or their meals). However, this class has taught me that this process is the best part of our society; we each can vomit pointless information into the void with no point other than pure self-gratification. Whatever I do, whomever I become, I truly don’t matter. While this used to depress me, I now see it as a freedom to just try to have as much fun as possible. The inherent drive to matter has become our plague. Nothing is a waste of time, your parents will be dead so their opinion of you doesn’t have to dictate your whole life, and instead of insulting yourself about how much time you spend on Netflix, maybe just fucking accept that you love the fuck out of Netflix.

*To clarify, no one truly thinks acts of hatred are fun. Yes, this fact could be buried under decades of damage and repression, and yes serial killers probably have convinced themselves it’s their favorite pastime, but for the sake of my argument, let’s assume “do things that make us happy” doesn’t mean kicking homeless people just because you like it. ”