Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Play melancholy baby

Look at the end of your finger. Your finger print... look at it-- You are the only one in the entire universe with lines in that patern, you are unique- EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS UNIQUE-
Is there anything in the world more lonely than that.

Repeat after me

I am a loser, I have failed, I am pathetic, I am worthless. I am who I am because of my ultimate lack of conviction.

That is our lullaby
Its how we fall assleep

You are addicted to your life
Its bad for you, its terrible- your life is the thing that will ultimately kill you.

Change now
Go
Change

If only change was a choice

You are a phychological sLut

The world is
too big
too huge
too many people
too many things
too many people
we need to be selfish- so the world comes down to a manageable size

Welcome to mental masturbation 101

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

...u better be hoping no one suicidal read this post...

Anonymous said...

mental masturbation 101 ...nice, the equivalent of a William Haney class, although it would be more like mental sado masochism 101.

And, no, the fact that I am the only one with my fingerprints doesn't make me feel lonely. Relating to one and another is over rated anyway.

Take for example Oprah, if her episode concerned terrorists she would address her crowd as Fellow Americans, if her show concerned wife beaters she sympathise with her fellow "women", now if the show was about racism she would call up on her "African American brothers and sisters" to enrich themselves spiritually. If in every show you suggest that you have an intimate connection with everybody (the victims who become the offenders in context of the other victims,) then what makes one relation more special than the other? Please do not assume I am being cynical here of interpersonal relations and by no means am I suggesting that finding common ground is insincere, its just the prostitution of such connections that disgust me.

And don't get me started on the undignified manner in which our lovely professors try to relate to the Arabs in our classes. "If it was not for you folks," they chuckle in awe, "we would never be able to read Aristotle" conveniently missing out any grudges they hold against the bastards whom they think should perhaps read Aristotle. Because the truth is Huysum, if they were back in the States or any other non-Arab country, they would never lecture in that fashion. I understand the need to localise one's content to 'relate', but to such a farcical extent? Puh lease!

Maybe in this hypocritically close world where everyone owes, respects, relates to one and another, while they might hate you in support of nationality, they will soon love you on the basis of christianity..Maybe in this world- you need to feel lonely.

*On a completely different note, did you know that Keith Tomsaik is leaving? He's going back to Canda. Joesph Gibbs told us today, and I wanted to tell you- but alas I forgot!

Oh and don't beat yourself up about another failed attempt to write a story. It's not a reflection of your charcter, your future or your life, in anyway. :P

Rather long post ay? Nothing makes writing more intriguing than a close approaching mid term.

Until then Mr.Husyum, mental masturbate away!

Anonymous said...

Hmm.. i imagined Keanu Reeves in a prologue, reading this blogpost aloud with cars zooming by in a background tunnel. Lights flaring by. Everything..moving. Except him. And maybe even a pair of sunglasses.