Mensagens

indiossycrancies

I find myself thinking about the indiossycrancies of life. You know, health, money, home, pets, kids, pets that are kids, the different types of relationships that we have throught time. I don't wonder when we became obsessed with a shiny coin or a piece of paper more than with emphasing with someone else. It's easy to historically pinpoint those moments. But it does bug me that we need a third party, some type of help, like religion or psychiatrists - the leeches of minds - to help us remember that we're not all on  the same boat. We all have our shit to deal with and we find different ways to cope with it and to move on. We do it at different paces. But we expect others to do the same. Even if it hurts them. Even it kills them. Because otherwise they ruin our lives and mess with our pace. I wonder why the homo sapiens would rather go extinct than to evolve.

Creativity

The effects and natural causes of creativity come from the one and same place as vanity: you want someone to love and validate you. In the long term you just want to hear how good you are. It's never about the words that come out, it's about getting into the minds of people and sticking inside. Living inside your head is just plain painful

Be

When you're a kid your parents tell you you can grow up to be anything you want. That's bullshit. You can try your best to be what you want to be, a doctor, an athlete, rich, successful, whatever. Or you can just cruise on by through life and be whatever comes your way. You think mothers in Africa are saying that to their kids? Probably not. I don't think so. The point is you can be you, whatever version of it might be. So why hide it?

We will always fight back

I don't buy into all this "things will be fine" bullshit. Tell that to people who lost fathers, grandfathers, children, who have people fighting in the front lines, who lost homes, rings, possessions in order to save something or someone. Things will not be fine. Things will be different. What you can - and should - say is that we will always fight back. The question is against what - or who?
If you come across a memory of you and me and of what never was then smile like me.

Self-loathing

Self-loathing is opium of the writer. And for a guy who just recently got back at writing - not the work crap, not the forced-put-a-bullet-through-my-head-already shit - then that just has to flow. Even if that means going down an old road that eventually will lead to rock bottom.
You want to be in a relationship then choose someone who's willing to fight with you. A relationship isn't love, it's a war. Against all. Yourself, the other person, other people. Let it be someone willing to go down with the ship with you (and on you)