Thursday, January 26, 2006 like a black lamb led by the nose around the cheery altar.I seem to have lost interest in documenting my life, feelings and thoughts in words. And that in itself, is quite paradoxical, isn't it? Especially since I know after making such a bold statement, I'd probably end up doing the opposite, and having to retract it in the form of prolific (and not necessarily quality) blog posts over the next few days. That being said, I've been feeling incredibly stupid and naive for the past few days. Everything that I thought I knew, is now critically analyzed, and it fails the stringent test that I have put it under. Maybe it's time to for me to address the possibility that I'm not as smart as I thought I was *gasp, oh the horror*. All the steps and small sacrifices that I've ever undertaken towards my hazy objectives, the irrevocable choices made in the arrogant assumption that my judgment is infallible - could well be deviating me towards the much-despised ubiquitous mean. I hate that. Although, I reckon a more accurate description, would be - I fear that. Pride will continue to be my downfall. Nonetheless, I'm starting to accept that I can never fully escape from any sort of social, historical, cultural or parental indoctrination, much less my very own self-imposed conditioning regime. The idea that I'm being fostered slyly and subtly, to think and even react in a pre-empted fashion, alongside with the consequences and their resultant spin-offs, now provokes only a leisurely reaction from me. In turn, my sudden capitulation and the absence of any form of resistance, becomes an object of pompous contemplation on my part- on a day which seems far too bright, with a cigarette between my fingers. she procrastinated @ 08:50 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies i must be a wuss.. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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