I've moved past writer's block. I could care less now. When it comes, it will come. And if it doesn't come... Well, I guess I'll make something up.
Anyways, on to the main event. I've been doing some reading. And I have read some blogs, some blogs that are quite sad. In fact, they are quite pitiful. It sounds like a child being told that he can't have a piece of chocolate. So the child becomes sullen and the child begins to whine. Of course, that is just a metaphor. In reality though, this child is actually a teenager. Of course, one with a childlike mentality. To be blunt, I would guess that it would be around 8 or 9. And like many teenagers, this specific teen (we'll call this teen "X" for the sake of anonymity.) loves to drink. But oh! Poor baby! X doesn't get to drink as much as he wants. X doesn't get to go to the parties where all the kids do is get wasted. It's so sad. All X wants is to drink and drink and drink, but no. X is denied even the simplest pleasures. It's so sad. So tragic. So very...tortuous.
He wants, but none of X's friends go to these parties so X naturally cannot go. It would be such a travesty to, perhaps, grow a spine. For if X were to have a spine, X could tell all X's so-called friends that X really doesn't like them. And then X could also go to said parties, sans escort. And if X wasn't invited to them, X could certainly just drop in like so many others do. But poor X. Poor X likes, no. Poor X loves the life that X doesn't have. It really is tragic. One would half expect Arthur Miller to write a play about it.
This life, this life full of polos and gin, has been placed on a pedestal. But poor X cannot see past the flashing lights. X cannot see how very shallow, how very cold it is. X cannot fathom the reasons that these people do what they do. Nor can X see how many others want the things that he wants. Granted, there is quite a variety of the things that these people want, but nonetheless, they exist in the same class as him. It's perfectly fine to want things, to dream about something more and to wish for it. But to ignore where you come from, to ignore the cold truths in favor of the bells and whistles, that is unforgivable.
And so I pity X. I pity X and all the others like him. I pity all those who want to drink the night away. Those who cannot find the courage to admit the simple truths to themselves, or the people, that by social necessity, they associate with. They may be judgmental, they may be rude, they may be opinionated, but by no means are they cold. By no means do these "friends" drink for the sake of drinking or party for the sake of partying. Nor do they do these things to fill themselves up. No. These people already have themselves mostly figured out. These people already know what they want and how to get it. These people exist without the fears that X lives with. So I pity X. And if you are reading this, know that I pity you. I pity you as much as you want to replace myself and all the others who stood by you and acted as you pillars when you so desperately needed it.
For ever and always,
Me
8 comments:
The funny thing is that I know exactly whose blog you're talking about because I read it too...I actually really do find it funny.
I don't actually have any comment beyond that.
Rebecca.
I adore you for being that knowledgeable.
But don't tell that person or anybody else,
Please?
I won't tell, but information on the internet is very easy to find...especially on Blogspot that isn't made private. I mean, I did just because I was bored and web surfing.
i know exactly who this is about
your blog is quite a mind teaser. you've gotten me thinking and now, i can't stop. and why do you pity the reader? didn't you say in one of your earlier blogs that hope is pointless, and then in another, later blog, you said that you hoped and waited esperar? i find you to be a bit contradictory at times. and those who try to have the dream life, aren't they just striving to be better so they can have that dream life? or if it's what society considers to be a shitty sort of life, then aren't the people who chose that life at fault of themselves? if that makes any sense. let me try and re-configure that last sentence, if x sets him/herself up for a slummy sort of life, do we really need to pity them? for they chose that life for themselves, should we pity their happiness? if my views are unsatisfactory for your esteemed intelligence, then i am profoundly sorry, but i am still learning how to write and speak in rhyme and with a silver tongue as those with an over-inflated ego (cough, cough, Daisuke, cough, cough)
-K
Who is this?
I know you put a K at the bottom, but that doesn't help much.
P.S. I don't pity the reader, I pity person X as I noted in this entry. Second, I'm not trying to prove anything. So I don't really care about contradictions. I suppose that the blog as a whole could be considered an evolutionary diagram. A map of how and perhaps why people change. Or at least, how I do. Third, these are my views. "We" do not need to pity the "Fallen". I'm only saying that I do. If you would like to accept what I say, then more power to you. I am not telling you to pity. I am telling you THAT I pity. Fourth, pity doesn't have to follow the rules of free will. Even if you set yourself up for a "shitty kind of life", that doesn't exclude you from the pity of others. Pity needs no justification. Fifth, I congratulate you on your astute observations pertaining to the size of my ego. Now please, go figure out world hunger or do something useful.
XD
-Enough said...
But, who would have known that some of the comments could hold just as much entertainment as the blog entry itself??
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