dull yet lingering…
A dentist’s invitation?
I am and will always remain an aspiring writer. I’m too scared to write what I really want to write, and so I write generic stuff. Writing topically will never get me there, yes I know. I wonder what it would be like to strip myself bare and write all that’s to be written… what would then remain of me…? What scares me… my words or how my words may be (mis)judged?
At times, I have dared to bare my soul but I always stop myself halfway or rather within a quarter. Then I start polishing the language until it becomes generic and so it will always be… :sigh: Some day, I shall be strong. One day, I shall write like I don’t care. That day I shall become a writer in true sense….
Let me talk about my movie marathon with a film-fanatic-friend [FFF]. This FFF and I are now estranged… we’ve lost touch… we’ve cut ties or rather I think I did the honour of cutting ties with him. Well, last time we saw each other we reminisced our movie marathon era… it was either his place, his films and my chips or the other way round… “films” was the only bond between us and so our filmy bond was flimsy and flitting…
All that now remains is the memory of the bygone movie marathon memory!!!
There is always news to be discovered, unearthed and learned secondhand.
The hijacking of a Libyan plane has ended peacefully after armed men who seized control surrendered in Malta… THE NEWS
SuspectBerlin attacker shot dead at Milan…THE NEWS
- I’ve recently had the misfortune of meeting a MORON… He is the epitome of MORON and so the only justice I can do him is by calling him a MORON in all caps.
- Having to share a room at work with this MORON, I must say is one malicious act of Fortune.
I read it somewhere…
- This MORON is alive only because we are not Fortunate enough to strangle to death anyone for the criminal act of MORONism.
- I have this misfortune of sharing my space [at work] with this MORON for this week and the whole week next week….
- My only compensation, this MORON will be gone by the end of this year. And fortunately I will be bidding all things MORON by the end of this year. Yippieeeeeeeeeee!
Why did I have to learn to relax?
People who knew me knew that I panicked easy. They who knew me knew too well that I could panic for insubstantial reasons. I began to relax once I realised that I did panic for silly reasons… Panicking for insubstantial reasons is frowned upon… Panicking for insubstantial reasons often leads you to make more mistakes… Panicking for insubstantial reasons clouds your brains and mind… Panicking for insubstantial reasons blocks you from seeing the bigger picture… Panicking for insubstantial reasons makes you jumpy and pushes you to jump into sillier conclusions… Panicking for insubstantial reasons lets you believe in all insubstantial substances… Panicking for insubstantial reasons gives people around you not believe in your reasons to panic. Hence, I had to learn to relax.
How did I learn to relax? Here’s my tonic for panic:
- Past has passed.
- THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
- Que Sera Sera
If I worried about “what-ifs” of my past, I told myself “Past’s passed.”
When I found worrying over my present predicament, I told myself “THIS TOO SHALL PASS.”
And for all my worries of the future, I chanted Que Sera Sera….
I can’t remember if I read it somewhere or perhaps I heard this from someone… that “suicide is never planned”. I don’t know how true it truly is. This is apparently so because if we “plan” a suicide, our subconscious or our unconscious will start creating fear or presenting obstacles to the “plan”.
So then my concern is when we do snap… how long it takes for our enduring self to snap… when does the endurance turn to a folly to be put an end to… I may not only be talking about “suicide” here, though. Think “domestic violence”! Many cases of domestic violence show a woman enduring… enduring still… and then one day she decides enough is enough… she decides to put an end to her endurance… she decides to show the perpetrator his/ her folly… often the perpetrators may be persecuted… often not.
Anyway… my question is –>
When does enduring become unendurable enough to be ended?