Wednesday, October 20, 2010

in point of fact.

In some cases, the reason that we keep on gravitating on to the same stuff is simply sheer habit rather than a desperate want for it.

Habit: 1) A recurrent, often unconscious pattern of behavior that is acquired through frequent repetition.
2)An established disposition of the mind, or character.

Habit.
Like this space I'm typing in, melancholy, Facebook (now everyone can relate)
or a Certain Someone,
for example.

Monday, October 18, 2010

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The baby bat
Screamed out in fright,
"Turn on the dark,
I'm afraid of the light."
Batty by Shel Silverstein.


Fake plastic trees.

If I go out of my usual ways to impress someone then I would not be me anymore would I?
It would be just someone that I pretend to be.
We all can't pretend forever. It'll wear us out.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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When we meet someone new it is always the same way; we tell them about ourselves, they tell us about themselves.
And telling my part is what I hate.
After-all, all those information that strangers exchange on the initial stage of getting-to-know-each-other hardly ever change over the years and while it is interesting to listen to the other party because they're telling something new, listening to myself is a whole other story.
Saying the same things and answering the same questions have left me feeling somewhat redundant. Pretty much like watching reruns of gossip girl.


Thursday, October 7, 2010

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What I observed for the past 3 days was a place too full of mediocrity and too much pride. A combination of complete oxymoron. Opposite ends of the magnet.
Too much pride for even a tiny speck of achievement, or of power (or a kind of it) it kind of makes us feel sad really, to actually see people so pathetic.
I wonder, with so many screw ups, where the hell did the source of pride come from?
Let's not end up being one of these people shall we?

Paraphernalia.

In that room full of drab old stuff, you were probably the only one that sparkled.