Sometimes, things just struck youConsider sometimes the silence that i could bring to the table, and the difficulty i find in expressing my thoughts in coherent words vocally. Consider the different ways where i could describe even the most plain sunrise, and the singularity i happen to have only when i debate. Consider the online personality that arises from the anonymity across the internet, where even the most anti social can socialise well. Consider the ways people tend to assume the emotions behind the words, forming what they think is what the other person is trying to convey. Consider that all this is meaning of how you have been brought up, the being that you have had ever since Chance made his plans on you. Consider that it is harder for a person who has no confidence to fully express his opinions in person, then online. Consider that it is somewhat impossible to change who you really are inside, but easy to create this facade which fades in and out, like a video clip between the transitions of each memory of life. Consider the words that appear here will never be read fully, and understood in the context they have been placed. Then consider, why am i writing all this?Sometimes, things just struck you. Like now. I am known to bullshit alot, to talk about nonsense. I am known to be silent, sitting in the corner while the rest play. I am guilty of stereotyping, even though i know it is wrong. I am guilty of condescending thoughts, even though i know i am just assuming shit. I love to slack off, procrastinating and never completing what i am supposed to be doing. I think i am a fool sometimes, living a life where i have started to forget, the motivation in me, blown away like the hats of comedians in silent movies. I live in this silent movie. I live in this silent cage, invisible to everybody, and irrelevant to what others think. I remember this phase in my Communication book. It says it is wrong to assume what other people think. It says that we can never understand and predict what other people are going to say. You know what i think? I think that is bull crap. Isnt assumtion part of what you say? You would assume that the person might get pissed if you said something, so you dont say anything. And yes, you are right sometimes. But again, you might be wrong too. However, to say that it is wrong is a totality, something that can never be true, for there are exceptions. They are always exceptions. To tell people what you think, without trying to predict what the other person might say might offend people. Do you tell a person who just suffered a loss of a close one a joke about death? Of course not. Do you tell a person who had just done something wrong further ramifications of their actions, to make them feel more guilty? Of course not. Sensitivity is the word. Yes, it might be wrong to assume what other people might think, but in certain cases, sensitivity has to be practised. Consider the things that struck you when you are silently concentrating on your work. It's amazing. I never thought of all that up till now. And i thought about nothing but fun fun fun. Sometimes, a little rant here and there, an intellectual debate with myself, a soliloquizing if you please wouldnt hurt. I do that all the time to guage who i really am now, to understand the me that is controlling Me. Speaking in rhetoric wouldnt get you anywhere. It would only get you nowhere. Where solace lays. Justin ranted at 11:38:00 pm on the |