Scheherazade85

why the world is awesome and all other stuff you'd rather not entertain because they're just wrong

To the fright, anxiety and panic of some, in group activities (such as panel interviews), where one is asked to give a succinct description of themeselves, I sometimes get tempted to verbalize the un-fake detailed tales that like everybody else's, are allowed to exist only in one's own mind's hidden alcoves. Maybe, in all the many similar group activities I could have in my lifetime, I could finally care less and blurt out:

When I write, I never write the title first; I won't flow. When I sleep, I never plan my sleep; otherwise, my sleep would be nothing but a silent worry of things for later.

When I write about myself, I pretend that I don't-- I hide in metaphors, boring generalizations and interesting exceptions. All because, whether I like it or not, I am but an unfortunate offshoot of the masterminds of all these bluffs that the world lives by. (Without doubt, I still think Plato and St. Peter are the greatest bluffers ever.) Society, as always has been mindless and blindly indiscriminate over things that it allows as authorities. It has been nothing but compliant and subservient to anything laid down in front of them. (By the way, notice how the words "complaint" and "compliant" differ only the placement of two adjacent letters and mean the total opposite.)

But not this time. I won't hide this time.

And by the way, I am not the patient and down-to-earth type. I do not care to simplify things-- not because I trust your intelligence and acumen but simply, but simply because I don't believe in mutual understandings. The more that you don't understand me, the better. And yes, just like that, I like for you to be repulsive and disgusted and to strongly disagree with me. Words are not to be trusted, anyway-- they are the greatest prisons there could ever be.

In their lifetime, a person should ideally achieve the height of their grandeur and awesomeness; with the presence of the family, this could never be achieved. The family is nothing but hindrance and baggage. But of course, we have this ever-cherished freedom to choose. A mediocre life is way better than a lonely one, is what they would say.

Those at the top are rotten: their adrenaline dying due to sheer inactivity, bloodstreams all mouldy and brown with rancidity and putridity, brains soiled and festered to a slow but certain decay. And finally, if not yet, all there is would be a shiny black hole. (Now capture that with your fancy and fashionable SLRs.) And because of this, they need to get away, spend some time off at a fancy beach house and bask in the illusion that they are awesome. Then they think about what to do next-- "Hey, 'Alice in Wonderland's' on the big screen. We should never miss it for the world." Hell, not to mention their empty understanding (if such understanding ever exists in them) of pulling the white rabbit out of the top hat, they never have the slightest hint that this literary brilliance could be a dramatic subsidiary of paedophilia (let's not forget the word "allegedly"). They've seen "Alice in Wonderland" (and all other "big" and "worthwhile" movies ever out on the big screen) and that's all that matters. Projection, baby, that's all there is.

Nothing exciting ever exists out of struggle. Consider yourself dead without it.

Finally, I pray for turmoil, for calamities, for a revolution, for any form of havoc. They are miracles in disguise. They are opportunities to turn the world upside down. If left as is and if everything is entrusted on plain evolution, what is meant to be a linear, progressive history would turn out to be a narrow cycle with no way out.

With all this put down, I am happy. If not all thank you's are pointless, I thank you-- for the little space-- in your thought. That is all I need.