Monday, March 29, 2004
These few days, my mind's been clouded by too many upsetting images.
And I hereby officially declare myself totally and completely dissipated of a lesser-than-thou sympathy that some people expect from me.
I am tired of offering my vulnerability, when all it is used for is to feed that disgusting, overexpanding appetite of some inner egoism that is never admitted to.
Some people talk about life as though it's something they can pick up at the grocery store every wednesday when it suits them. The same people that talk about slicing themselves like it's something they would contemplate having for lunch. Only seeking that fifteen minutes of attention and those fifteen ounces of sympathy from anyone who's willing to dish it out.
When did masochism become the trend that everyone falls over themselves to follow?
Too many people are addicted to pain.
Contrary to popular belief, pain is no longer something to avoid; it's something to crave, like the smoker who stands outside in the freezing cold, just for that last drag on his cigarette.
Too many people inflict pain upon themselves unconsciously, yearning for someone to save them; I wish there was a less selfish way to say this, but how do you expect to be saved when you so desperately stack the odds against us?
Sorrow is a beautiful thing, but it is sadly overrated; very much like the good song that has been overplayed so much that everytime it's heard, you cringe without realizing.
I never wrote this to offend anybody, but undoubtedly, our minds read words with an agenda of their own.I also don't mean to generalize, knowing full well that not everybody does things with the same motives. I just never thought it would ever come down to the option of playing an odd version of russian roulette; Pardon me, but when did that become the easy way out?
sherry @ 4:38:00 pm
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