You have to be stabbed to feel alive
I see a very interesting attitude plaguing the majority of millennials; The ‘life is monotonous and I need an escape from its dull, overbearing tedium’ syndrome. A mouthful of words and an unnerving concept for me to grasp because I myself am going through a ‘holy moley how am I so ignorant’ phase.
And no this post is not about the adrenaline junkies who crave for a break from their daily drills or the people who don’t see the enjoyment in leading our lives as machines (although i would much prefer you did something about the drab rather than complain routinely).
No, this months dedicated rant is for those lazy lumps who think they’re above the world- the ones who are so engrossed in their pity party that they forget we have the luxury of learning with the click of a button, with the push of a finger, with the touch of a tab. The ones so cocooned in their preconceived notions of humans that they forget we live in a world inhabited by highly functioning psychopaths and reclusive introverts, in a world where there are left and right ideals, in a world where some perform in the arts and others succeed in the sciences. The people so sheltered by their ignorance that they forget there is literally a universe to explore.
I fail to see how one can be so bored with what life has to offer when there is so much you have yet to experience. You’ve failed to discover it, yet you’re bored of it. That’s like Columbus turning his ship around after spotting the new world on the horizon, deciding it wasn’t worth his time.
So if you ever come across a person like this please feel free to direct them towards the following video.
The TellTale Traits of someone with tedium syndrome.
- They say things like ‘life is monotonous and I need an escape from its dull, overbearing tedium’… well not exactly.. probably a less syntax heavy expression.
- They’re 76% of the people that say ‘nm bored u?’.
- Almost always the first person to watch your Snapchat story or like your Instagram picture.
- ALWAYS free to complain
- Most likely to think left and right winged are ‘aeroplane terms’ (Fun fact: This is a question I have actually been asked. Funner fact: The person is enrolled in an aviation academy.
#TheIdiotAwarenessCampaign – Perhaps a series to come.
It’s the sadness that pushes us. The gnawing, tugging, inescapable emotions that drag us into our creative zones. Writing is a catharsis and there’s no need for it unless you’re looking for an escape; for the reason a reader reads and a writer writes is the same.
And when you’re content, there is no need for an escape- *introducing the all new and improved ‘writers block’. Now in 4 different shades of frustration.*
It’s every artists internal conflict. For them to create they have to have inspiration, for inspiration they need an extreme emotion, for an extreme emotion they need exhilaration or depression, the latter being much easier to achieve when you have no inspiration and thus the vicious cycle begins.
What to do, what to do, what to do.
Take a break I guess. Go out, switch off, forget. I say I guess because evidently I still can’t write. Atleast nothing along the lines of profound or mildly entertaining.
Sorry for wasting your time if you made it this far.
But a word of advice because I never publish a post without something quotable ( ✔️ ) and something kinda sorta not really helpful- Don’t force yourself to create something that has to be appreciated… just. create.
Well, i woke up to that faint blue light that I now so easily recognise (c.e. https://itswaypastcurfew.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/stage-7-34-progress/ , where i flipped out, seeing it for the first time)
WordPress informed me that it was our 2 year anniversary. Possibly the longest any of my relationships have ever lasted (platonic and romantic). *cringing at this sad truth*
Also I haven’t been able to write at all lately and this is more or less a forced post and I have to end up asking myself the question ‘ why can we write so much better when our life is going to the dogs?’
I am all the synonyms of stupid
Sitting on the edge of my bed, clinging to my phone and the words of my closest friends, upset yet again about another boy, i wondered why some days it was so easy to forget and then other days why it was impossible to even begin to do so.
I’ve used rubber bands before to signify trust, but rubber bands are so so so very versatile in their analogical power, it is insane. Bless them.
So here is yet another analogy for you my bored reader.
Crushes and Rubber Bands.
You don’t even have to be facing your crush for this to happen. Actually it works best if you AREN’T facing them. Metaphorically of course. You guys could be on a no communication basis and this will definitely be a problem you will face.
Liking someone is like being attached to them by a rubber band. Your relationship is represented by this band and all your fights, arguments and little fall outs contribute in eroding away the band. Likewise and on the other hand, all your shared conversations, secrets and smiles contribute into making this band stronger and somehow more flexible. The longer you have feelings for this person, the higher the elastic limit. The funny thing is our prey- i mean our crush is usually unaware of this. It’s a sad world.
So now this concept should explain why it is so hard to get over people you harbour romantic feelings for. Every time, you have to try with all your strength and you can not afford to get tired. Because once you do, you’re pulled back by the rubber band, and hard.
And its’s harder each time you’re flung back because it gnaws away at your willpower. It affects your self control and it messes with your confidence. It makes you behave quite pathetically really.
And now thanks to me you have something to blame your pitiful state on. Yaaaaaaaaaay!
No but listen. I know it seems impossible and that’s because as i explained it is hard for a while. But eventually according to physics (finally this subject is helpful) if stretched enough for long, beyond its elastic limit… what happens to the band? YOU’RE RIGHT! It snaps. And WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE you’re free. Just like that.
But obviously since you managed to make it through this entire post, I’ll give you a little cheat code bonus present thingamabob. The band can be cut by a pair of simple scissors. And I happen to have an extra pair. Stop being so attached to them and get over it.
I’m Fast to judge, Slow to understand, and Often never right
I speak loudly in the day and cry sheltered by a blanket of moonlight
I run from my problems and never ever fight
my insecurities that remain unsurpassed despite
my love for the future, which now, looks bleakly bright
I’m Fast to judge, Slow to understand, and Often never right
I’m attracted to bad decisions, I’m into making mistakes.
Why do people say its not okay to miss someone or something?
Yes, it can be argued that it is a waste of time but it certainly doesn’t indicate that you are not over whatever it is that you lost.Being condemned for missing something that was a big part of your life is stupid.Lets take the example easiest to relate with- Missing someONE.
It’s okay to miss someone that hurt you because you don’t miss the pain they caused you-HELL NO. gross never.
but instead you miss
the persons presence in your life,
the profound conversations with them,
the vivid memories you shared and most importantly
the connection you had.
It’s not pathetic. Don’t knock yourself over for missing someone that obviously brought you so much joy at one point in time (even if they caused you nothing but pain later on).
Because there’s a difference between missing someone… and wanting them back in your life.
and as long as the latter is absent, you’re okay. Its natural to recognise that something that used to be in your life is gone… but remember
The one who hurt you does not have the power to heal you.
So miss them. Miss them all you want because
Missing someone is just remembering something that has been forgotten so you are capable of it.
and let go.
Its repetitive isn’t it? The game of heartbreak
Yet we all still play. Participate with full enthusiasm, impetus and with no plan to learn from our mistakes. We all know the outcome, yet we are still hurt when it happens.
Even the strongest humans are susceptible to this disease. The disease that has taken a toll on countless, unsuspecting, innocent victims, and their lives. The implacable disease of Love.
A drug, an addiction,
Something that you can live without but forget how to live without.
The concept of the game? Oh its very simple. You either play or get played. Its very rare to find a friendly match where the two sides are not competing to destroy one another.
The end result? Complete obliteration of the defending team.
Why is this simple game with simple rules so hard though? The answer to that is well… simple.
When things are easy, we tend to use all that extra room to over-complicate stuff. Therefore everyone ends up playing a different game; employing their own strategies and bending the unspoken rules to their own liking.
Another weapon the brave soldiers (that enter this brutal war) are equipped with is the ‘blinker’ ( the blinders horses wear, to prevent them from being frightened by potential harm). However, when our brave soldier puts on this metaphorical blinker, he restricts himself to a view of only the potential harm.
And once this blinker is on.. BOOM.
‘Right person, Wrong time’
‘If they were the Right person, there wouldn’t be a Wrong time‘