Pardon me for the silly alliteration. I
pretty much have no energy left to unleash a bit of creativity. Yeah,
the world – and the people in it – sucks the soul out of you
sometimes. Thankfully I got to meet Postmodernism back in college. He
taught me to be more considerate of the truth of others, to believe
that it's all just in the mind – that it's just a matter of
interpretation. Even if it kills.
It is killing me. But I'm not gonna let
them. There's one compelling way to stay sane and alive (at least in
the real world and in my dreams): close that damn FB! Hahaha. The
better to not mind some people's shameless acts of self-promotion - as opposed to rational selfishness or self-promotion propelled by moral values and the need to survive (please read Ayn Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness for elucidation). Shallow conceit is the only end product of FB I like least, in addition to the bashing,
backbiting, and attention-getting. However much you'd like to help
them develop “self-esteem,” I know of other ways to increase
vanity... for the better.
Anyhow, this entry is far from the
short story I bragged I was going to publish several entries ago. All
stories are actually trapped here inside my head and I have no way of
knowing when I might let them out. Though nowadays time, I've sensed,
is a little more lenient with me, it's still too early to waste it.
Had procrastination been less of a good friend, I'd have written my
life away already. He takes really good care of me, so as of the
moment, I cannot look elsewhere.
