Veva
06-14-2009, 05:08 AM
hi, could someone please tell me what u think of my intermezzo here... I think I have overstepped the line in being compelling here. (I ain't a native speaker by the way).. thanx
I believe this is the exact spot when most of the story-like confessions stop. The bastard stops the narrative and tries to give you a short and very subjective point of view. And you think of his misery – what an *******?! There are hundreds in worse conditions and do not dare to put it on a paper. But still you keep reading his chronicles, the reasons why his life is so damned and all sorts of bullics. You do your part, you read it. Maybe you commiserate, maybe you feel sorry for him or you just leave the book. Mine part now, is not as breathtaking or compelling. I am not any kind of vegetable schizophrenic, I respect these people. I was never abused (I mean in the worst sense of the word), I guess, not physically. I did not kill anyone and am not planning to. This means that what I am about to retell might not be so much appealing to you.
Well, if you have never been depressed, I suggest you throw this book away at once, because otherwise you would despise me and I do not feel like being despised. If you have, bad for you, because it is not even close to something like measles. To stay in this terminology, it is quite comparable to herpes. This is not a lifetime experience, which will enrich you and never come again. If you have ever been in the goddamn deep blue colours in your life, then in all probability, you will be diving there quite often in next few years. You lie in your bed, you eat your breakfast, you sit in your office, you browse the Google and still nothing changes, this is your life and nobody understands you, because you are depressed… maybe you don’t understand yourself, you are useless for the societas of programmed robots. You suck because you are not contributing to the massive consumption as shopping or watching TV doesn’t make you happy anymore. But I am not obliged or willing to give you a lecture on modern culture, I believe you have the chance to savour it yourself.
I believe this is the exact spot when most of the story-like confessions stop. The bastard stops the narrative and tries to give you a short and very subjective point of view. And you think of his misery – what an *******?! There are hundreds in worse conditions and do not dare to put it on a paper. But still you keep reading his chronicles, the reasons why his life is so damned and all sorts of bullics. You do your part, you read it. Maybe you commiserate, maybe you feel sorry for him or you just leave the book. Mine part now, is not as breathtaking or compelling. I am not any kind of vegetable schizophrenic, I respect these people. I was never abused (I mean in the worst sense of the word), I guess, not physically. I did not kill anyone and am not planning to. This means that what I am about to retell might not be so much appealing to you.
Well, if you have never been depressed, I suggest you throw this book away at once, because otherwise you would despise me and I do not feel like being despised. If you have, bad for you, because it is not even close to something like measles. To stay in this terminology, it is quite comparable to herpes. This is not a lifetime experience, which will enrich you and never come again. If you have ever been in the goddamn deep blue colours in your life, then in all probability, you will be diving there quite often in next few years. You lie in your bed, you eat your breakfast, you sit in your office, you browse the Google and still nothing changes, this is your life and nobody understands you, because you are depressed… maybe you don’t understand yourself, you are useless for the societas of programmed robots. You suck because you are not contributing to the massive consumption as shopping or watching TV doesn’t make you happy anymore. But I am not obliged or willing to give you a lecture on modern culture, I believe you have the chance to savour it yourself.