Why Bother?
[ Home ]It can always become horrible when one talk to himself for hours, and unfortunately, I'm the one.
I just talked to me in English for like an hour, trying to keep all those crap cliches from my parents' hoarse throats away from my ears. I can't hold this, it's way too much. I'm like a silly dumb ass who is too coward to take any action. I shouted and yelled but nothing changed, because all of us have been so familiar with each other that we know how to irritate and madden each other. If practise makes perfect, then familiarity must make lunatic.
Fine, leave all these alone, since I've accepted it as everyday's shitting. They have much in common. Well, I came up with something in today's geography test and I wrote down on my paper, now I type it here.
Sometimes we tend to seduce ourselves into all thoses low-spirit pitfalls, and what's absurder is that we seem actually enjoy this self-torturing mode like perverts. Is that true that all of us have it deep inside our heart that pain leads to happiness and restriction derives freedom? Because these concepts own a common nature of relativity, so that only by contrasts can the positive parts be seperated and distinguished from the opposite sides. We human beings just like these kind of paradoxes in arts realms, which can only result in permenent confusion and hysteria.
So, stop thinking, my babe ego, stop making contrasts and metaphors, let pain wane with enthusiasm while purity ebb with creativity. Make you a mundane person like those you dispise, and just live your own fucking life well.
I'm kind of beat today, it seems has already become a disease of weekends. Oh, whatever, I will be my happy hedonist from today.
Running In the Family Passage Analysis