Everyone is unique and special in their own way. We are all unique individuals with a whole universe of back story to each and every one of us, which we oft too easily forget because of the hustle and bustle surrounding us. Infiltrating and permeating into everything we do, such that that imminent sense of urgency and superficiality becomes the quotidian, and we forget what it once meant to be real, tangible and vulnerable. No one reaches out anymore, for fear of being taken for granted, or being hurt. It's nice when someone you meet randomly, develop a nice and brief relationship with, reminds you of the more important things, and that you are unique and insightful.
We all need that someone to come by every once in a while, just to refuel us, lest we get burnt out and jaded.
Life is too full of possibilities and undiscovered beauty for us to fall into that cesspool of dissatisfaction and bleakness, in spite of all the ugliness that shrouds it.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Everyone has issues. Everyone has issues and problems they encounter. Everyone has obstacles they overcome and everyone has stumbling blocks they trip over.
I've got problems. I've got ADD. I'm obsessive compulsive. I'm a control freak. I have a shitty memory. I fail to take many things too seriously. I laugh at everything. I believe in an ideal world that ought to exist but doesn't. I believe in the goodness of humanity. I trust people too easily. I'm too emotionally vulnerable. I'm too cautious when it comes to trusting people. I get jealous in a heartbeat. I am possessive. I can ever control my emotions. I cry at anything, whether I'm sad or angry. I take everything too lightly. I have a natural lagtime of 2 weeks. I read too much into everything. I take many people for granted. I assume there is an inherent goodness in the universe. I am impatient. I try not to judge but I do. I fell into my zone of contention.
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I'd quite forgotten how strangely reassuringly good it feels to be angsty and cynical. It is very vey cathartic. Explains why George and Martha of
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? are so fuckingly dysfunctional and cut-throat and wonderfully enthralling.
Being to hunky-dorily happy leads one into a lull. That spark of cynicism and angst really does spice things up, doesn't it? Except of course the repercussions aren't always good.
Whatever, fuck that shit. I'm over it.
Friday, June 19, 2009
I am often accused of interfering in the private lives of citizens. Yes, if I did not, had I not done that, we wouldn’t be here today. And I say without the slightest remorse, that we wouldn’t be here, we would not have made economic progress, if we had not intervened on very personal matters - who your neighbour is, how you live, the noise you make, how you spit, or what language you use. We decide what is right. Never mind what the people think. (
The Straits Times, 20 Apr 87)
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Lee Kuan Yew,
Minister Mentor
*shudder*
