Thanks to a certain rodent who gives the United Rodents a bad name (I believe they are republicans) by failing to provide some entertainments-related assistance to a certain poor fella, I’ve been spending way too much time pouring over the internet and…thinking…about stuff. Now, I would warn you that when a lady’s logical thinking process is impinged by career-related stress and a floating sense of dejection (in addition to a lack of a promised dvds and whatnots), one might want to not take her opinions too seriously.
I would have written about this topic a while ago, however, sensing that a certain emotion would have weighted too much bias on the entry, I decided against it; yes, I’d like to retain my sense of balance and integrity (cue to laugh in desolation and despair). To quote Jean Paul Sartre, “Hell is other people”, you see, I would have gone straight to arguing my brains out were that quote was presented to me around a decade ago. Alas, the price one pays in losing one’s innocence can be too much at times. “When you’re young you want to change the world, when you’re older you just want to understand it” (anon). I’m not merely referring to the whole nation-affecting actions that the big people do. I’m talking about this crazy place called ‘society’ that we live in.
No, I’m wondering if people actually mean it when they ask “how are you?” in their greetings. I’m wondering if people still pause to listen to other people cry. I’m wondering if words are still held in honest prominence among the society. I’m wondering if empathy still exists. Call me a paragon of foolish naivety and sensitiveness (possible donations of Agnesian totems are welcomed). Or maybe I’m just experiencing a bad case of mentally-challenged syndrome. That sound you hear? It’s a group of audience sighing in approval.
My experiences in life have brought me to witness people who say one thing in your face and another thing somewhere else. Class-act, eh? Cause I’d rather have someone tells me the uncomfortable truth than complain about it to other people. I still cringe every time I hear for-formality’s-sake conversations banter with sprinkles of fake laughter. That sound you hear? It’s a certain lemon lime accusing me of being bitter. Isn’t it time that some people drop the cute act already? It’s getting old. Even a certain hotel heiress confessed so (yeah, I still keep up with my gossip mill, don’t I?).
But I for one am too guilty of the things mentioned above. What can I say? This world is conducive to our ego-centric self. And suggesting evil is human doesn’t mean we can always understand it (Kanan Makiya). I’d appreciate it if someone could ramble on with me about this. Cause I’ve got a lot more to say and ask but am afraid that writing so will encourage more referrals to the heavy case therapists. And kindly pardon the lack of direction for this piece.
Alas, aren’t we all just a piece of beautiful little rotten things?
Now, that was a Freudian slip.
“But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair” – Be My Escape by Relient K
