Things that im mystified by-
1-self deprecating humour (with ref to Jay London, Last Comic Standing) Remind me again why we need to POINT out, in miniscule damning detail, each and every thing that is apparently wrong with us. Need we really go into how our appearance is under 'renovation' or how close we are to apes?
2-girls giving out the numbers of their boyfriends when asked for their own! (yes, this really happened) In the fear that their number would get 'leaked'. is it me or am i living in crazy town?
(lack of identity issue!!!)
3-how its much easier to talk to someone you may never meet (again, i know the psychological reason behind it being something to do with 'protecting' oneself and current environment. blah.)
4-Though i know love is about being with someone else (normally), i cant help but agree wholeheartedly with Virginia Woolf when she says "To love makes one solitary". Its not about being with someone then, its about a certain sorrow that accompanies love. so hard to put into words. Maybe the image of a rock under steady stream of water would suffice. It erodes.
5-how even when you know you feel a particular way (about an issue) cuz of a social construct, you're still never able to quite escape its implications.
I could go on about the more mundane things but i guess ive said my bit. :D
ps- i know it says 5 but i just remembered one...its more about wondering 'why' rather than mystification though...
why do people cuss for effect? is it 'cool' to talk like that? seriously?
(sometimes i do it too, introspective blog remember? :P)
5 comments:
i know with all the blogging that we all seem to be doing...we are infact putting our point across to people we dont know...expecting they'd empathize...which they do... btw thanks for posting on that comment on my blog post...:)
"Its not about being with someone then, its about a certain sorrow that accompanies love. so hard to put into words. Maybe the image of a rock under steady stream of water would suffice. It erodes."
Sorry, but rubbish!
-Ok
P.S. No offence intended.
P.P.S. Please dont shout.
im SO not surprised hence no shouting... i think thus i write.
(this being the one thing i refuse to explain)
@ okie dokie: you'd die in a literature class... with no reference to the "rubbish" notion of love being depicted through flowers mating in a blooming multicoloured field.
I don't care if Im being presumptuous.
I did take a literature class last year just for the heck of it. It got so boring I felt like shooting my brains out.
These idiots were discussing the significance of a particular character in a story eating a burrito, as against pasta.
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