Blame + Masks
For all the bad things that has happened to me so far, I've either classified it as my own fault, a consequence of my choices; as the fault of others, something that they did intentionally of just happened to happen because of their own shortcomings; or as God's jokes on me (blasphemic, I know.)
I always thought that, when something comes my way and I hate it, it's a coonsequence of the way I chose to live my life. That it happened because it was bound to happen sometime, because a choice I made about my life set me ont he track to it, but without saying a definite time if when I am about to hit it. I always calmed myself that it doesn't matter anymore, and that it has already past; that I should be ready whenever such a thing will come.
One again I will invoke the cliche metaphor of masks, where you manipulate yourself to suit what you want other people to see, and not what truly lies within. It is deceit, it is lying, it is hiding, but, in all its evils, it works to keep calm and peace, albeit a very fragile film of calm and peace. All my life I've tried to keep this film of calm and peace, and maybe a few times of invkoking the very same technique to crate dicord and mayhem. It's a technique I've learned in drama club during grade school, something I can easily arm myself in daily life, yet find it hard to do on stage. Weird.
Mairi Campbell sure knows how to cheer up. It's only been a few minutes since I started listening to her, and it's already turned my frown upside down. Even in the slow tempo and almost melancholic tune of her version of Auld Lang Syne, it still made me a bit happier.
That's all for now. Merry Christmas, everyone.
I always thought that, when something comes my way and I hate it, it's a coonsequence of the way I chose to live my life. That it happened because it was bound to happen sometime, because a choice I made about my life set me ont he track to it, but without saying a definite time if when I am about to hit it. I always calmed myself that it doesn't matter anymore, and that it has already past; that I should be ready whenever such a thing will come.
One again I will invoke the cliche metaphor of masks, where you manipulate yourself to suit what you want other people to see, and not what truly lies within. It is deceit, it is lying, it is hiding, but, in all its evils, it works to keep calm and peace, albeit a very fragile film of calm and peace. All my life I've tried to keep this film of calm and peace, and maybe a few times of invkoking the very same technique to crate dicord and mayhem. It's a technique I've learned in drama club during grade school, something I can easily arm myself in daily life, yet find it hard to do on stage. Weird.
Mairi Campbell sure knows how to cheer up. It's only been a few minutes since I started listening to her, and it's already turned my frown upside down. Even in the slow tempo and almost melancholic tune of her version of Auld Lang Syne, it still made me a bit happier.
That's all for now. Merry Christmas, everyone.