As the Fan Creaks Me to Sleep

Sometimes I lie awake at night — well, I’m sorta border-insomniac so most nights I lie awake at night — and just ponder over stuff as the gentle hum of the air conditioner soothes my ears.

At times, I think about all the things I’ve gone through, all the weirdness that is my life and the way(s) I handled or manhandled the situation(s). Y’know, little ‘Notes to Self’ for the future, so to say.

At other times, I think about society – just people, in general. It’s funny how selfish the world can be  and yet, most fight anything anti-social tooth and nail to fit in. It’s astonishing how many people leave good sense and go along with herd mentality. It appears that the want to be appreciated by the masses swallows the desire to be internally fulfilled.

And, most are unaware of this cyclical battle between the Spirit and the Ego. Lives are recycled, souls reincarnated, aimlessly wandering, devoid of thought processes, ignorant of their reality. The world seems like a whorl of directionless souls. Even being mis-directioned would be a step towards the correct flow, a foothold to veer the black hole of nothingness into the Light.

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Still, there is a glimmer of hope. The outliers who look at themselves. The ones who really see their potential and go for their goals, sans everything, sans anything. There are the few who just have an idea, a goal or a fetish, even – all consuming desire or a willingness to do what they set out to, to complete the opportunity they possess. These are the people who bring the Light, bring life, bring everything a little bit more into line.

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Whatever I may be thinking, I always aim to look ahead as I drift off to the land of dreams (Some of my dreams are quite disconcerting, by the way).

So, let’s look ahead – we have a life to live.

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When I Feel Like Punching People

You know those people who’re bloody annoying most of the time – they’re the inconsiderate, mean, nasty, gossip-mongering irritants who make your day foul, at least for a while after you’re done interacting with them. You think to yourself, why the heck am I talking to these good-for-nothings when you’re in the middle of a long, pointless monologue  -y conversation with them. Here are some of the characteristics of these irritating idiots and their annoying and pathetic problems :-

1. Whiners: All they do is whine about how they’re stuck doing something they didn’t want to. Or what somebody did to them. Or how their Ramen noodles always get burnt. Or how they got stood up – again. Well, why don’t you guys gaze inward and see where the real issue lies? Stop blaming everyone but yourself and quit making everyone else’s ears bleed.

2. Victims: These folk just want to blame someone and differ from ‘Whiners’ slightly as they think everyone is against them. Why, you ask? Well, obviously because everyone’s jealous of them/ takes advantage of their ‘good nature’ and because as they so succinctly put it themselves, ‘Nice guys always finish last’. Um, no. The only reason you finished last is because you didn’t run fast enough. Deal with it. Move on.

3. Arguers: In a previous post, I mentioned how a conversation often becomes an argument, a chance to be ‘right’. Arguers are the other half of that dialogue. Everything is a pet peeve and every topic has to sway in the direction they agree with. These folk just rant and rant and rant till you feel like you’re about to snap and slap them hard.

So, what makes you annoyed when interacting with another person?

Normal is What Fairytales Are Made of

Let’s start by making a simple graph to test how normal you are. Oh, wait. What determines the axes of the normalcy quotient? Where does the scale begin and end? Which group ought to be the control batch? What is normal? Who is? Who decides the parameters for normalcy? Not sure? In that case, let’s take a poll instead:-

As per Psychology, one free of any mental illness is considered normal. Alternatively,  a person’s conformity to routine pattern is considered normal. However, Psychology also states that every person suffers from one or more mental disorders, although variation in degree separates one from the other. In a world where the island continent celebrates Christmas, the festival of ‘Winter Wonder’, in beachwear, what is ‘routine pattern’?

The concept of normalcy is relative at best! To the unique, normalcy is a myth! In all frankness, normal is nothing but a kind substitute for commonplace. Someone who is average in most capacities. Someone who is normal, just is. Why do most people aim to be normal then? To be at par with the other? If so, why is the constant need to put one another down? Why have the concept of excelling at all if society’s aim is to ‘fit in’ in the first place? If you aim to be normal average, average you will be. Your life will be average, your aspirations will be average, your failures will be average but, so will your victories. Not only will you strive to be average, you will subconsciously try to make others conform. The ones you can’t control, you will detest. You will despise them and jealousy driven passion will set in. And you all know where that leads – nowhere.

Of course, you think you’re setting an example by being prim and ‘propah’. Nope. Your sole achievement by being common is giving the unique ones a better chance to rise up. So, thanks for that. In the slightest chance that this has given you a hint of perspective, come join the few who’re brave enough to be weird. It’s a wonderful world, one where you can breathe freely and nobody judges you on what you wear, how you eat or how you sleep. For the unique only care about your uniqueness, what makes you special, what makes you ‘YOU’.

My Fecund Imagination

Well,

Hello all.

Since this is my first post, it makes sense to outline the purpose of this venture. This will not only set the path upon which this seemingly innocuous step will put me (and, perhaps you) on but, it will also help me while away 20 minutes or so of idle time tonight.

I shall start off by letting you know that this page shall be extremely self-centered in nature and in the rare event that I think long enough to impart a view on an issue, I shall extol virtues that I will preach with prose akin to the viscosity of high fructose content syrup but, will never, ever practice.

Furthermore, I am particularly fond of weaving profanity into my work and enjoy incorporating twisted, creative slang wherever possible. As I am secular (in this regard), I embrace using all forms of verbal abuse – regional, international, aboriginal. In fact, in my honest opinion, the world would be a happier place if the usual swear word were used openly to vent off steam. Then, I would not be the only one being stared at when the C-word slips out on a busy intersection.

I indulge in constructing fables when I am in a mystical and delusional state of mind and put myself in the protagonist’s role mostly, nay, always. These anecdotes will be graphic in nature and may cause slight discomfort in a multitude of ways – physically, sub-consciously & psychologically. My errant tales have led to despair on more than one occasion to the audience.

In the rarest-of-rare event that I am in a ‘sunshine’ state of mind, I shall write of enjoyable, humorous, even hope laden topics that will make you believe that Xanadu is a place within reach; full of mirth, overflowing with possibility and goodness, verdant with cud-chewing bovine, frolicking deer and overlooking aquamarine freshwater lakes brimming with cool water that quenches the parched throat of the weary traveler. Rest assured, these will be few and far in between.

‘Til next time, then.

Sidebar: Also, I am partial to making inane lists and will promptly post them along with lofty ideals to complete the set. I have rarely finished one in terms of practical practice.