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It seems all we're good for is ranting now a-days.
And I mean it. I could rant and rant and rant for days on end. I don't know what it is but it seems I'm becoming that unpleasant person again. What exactly is wrong with me? Well, I'd take a guess, but I'm sure it'd be far, far, far from the truth.
All I'd like to do is sulk around. Why? Ugh. Stop asking tough questions, darn you. I guess it all relates back to writing. That's supposed to be MY talent, MY playing field, and yet there is always someone there to best me. I know there will ALWAYS be someone to waltz by and exert that feeling that they are simply better than you and you know it's true. And just not from insecurity.
So let me tell you that someone has always come by and gave me that feeling. I'm naturally submissive. I like to start arguments but I don't want to be caught in the middle and I don't want to see them out. When it starts to get too big for me to handle, I back out and huddle in the corner because I know that person outsmarts me. Everyone does. Ugh. I have no intelligence at all. Quite pathetic if you ask me.
All talk and no action, I guess you'd say. My bark is worse than my bite, surely, but that doesn't mean a darn thing. Barking means you're a coward no matter what. Biting means you want to take on the approach of aggressive and in control; exert that "I'm better than you" feeling, like I've mentioned.
It's really annoying when everyone you knew and know shows that inner flame constantly. They know their in control and they like it that way. You see those people who fight when someone stands up against them? They have the need and lust to be in control. They can't have someone besting them. That'd be shameful. If they are not in control, no one can have control and they'd make sure of it. And yet their attacker has that same inner flame.
A real shame when personalities collide, I like to think. People who are exactly the same and yet they can't stand each other. Perhaps it's because they are too much alike. Opposites attract, they always say. But wouldn't you want someone like you? Someone to understand you better than someone completely different from you can understand? They'd only get half the problem; they wouldn't know how to react to the rest. They'd be too different.
I've always heard people saying they enjoy finding a friend or a lover who is their complete opposite. They are the people they'd never be. What's so wonderful about that? Don't you want someone to share your thoughts? Don't you want someone to agree with you? Perhaps not always, because they'd fight for control, just as someone opposite you would. Maybe it's the thought that someone the same as them would be too boring, too infuriating.
Who would you choose? Someone who is the same, or someone you're not. A hot-headed, quick-tongued, foolish person, or a mellow, thoughtful, loving person? For me: neither.
Take them away, take them away!
Both of them would bother me. One would disagree constantly while the other merely sits there, trying to see a point to it all. They'd break up a fight continuously. The other would turn on the kind-hearted one.
Ugh. A pack of dogs, either way.
I adore the pack system of wolves--of other animals, as well, but the wolves were the first. Plus, I just love wolves above the rest of other animals. Canines all the way. Now, why do I love this system? Well, because its pure brilliance. Putting one dog in its place while the other reigns high and mighty.
True that most people get a big head from being "high and mighty" but what's this? A challenge breaks out and the alpha learns he is not as big as he thought. It's that simple. Now, not all feuds are ended this way. Some, the lower wolf goes limping off; others, one of the wolves are fatally injured.
But isn't that like the humans society, too? At least, the business world--perhaps other places. They always said, "It's a dog-eat-dog world/business out there." Seems they were always right.
You n** it in the bud and the problems are gone.
Funny advice there. I believe I got it right. Silly me and my forgetfulness and such. But why is it so funny, I'd asked again and again. Sometimes I'd repeat these things inside my head. Why's this? Or, why's that? There always has to be a why.
Why?
I was never told by my teachers that asking questions helps strengthen the mind. I never really believed it when I heard it elsewhere. I'd just simply grown accustomed to questioning every movement, every breath. There's a purpose for everything, they'd said. I want to know the purpose to it all.
And who was the wise man that said, "If you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think of is singing, you were born to be a singer. If you wake up in the morning and the first thing you think of is writing, you were born to be a writer." Now, I know that's quoted in Sister Act 2, but I think it was somewhere else before. If not, well, the wise man would be Whoopie Goldberg. Or, the character played by Whoopie Goldberg.
Hard work and perseverance will see you to the end. Is that true? No one gets anywhere without hardwork, that's true, but will it be worth it in the end? No. You'd end up miserable, ashamed that you wasted your entire life trying to reach but a dream. A dream. Ha. Yeah, right, sure. A dream.
What is a dream?
Well, according to Answers.com a dream is: "1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. 2. A daydream; a reverie. 3. A state of abstraction; a trance. 4. A wild fancy or hope." The list goes on and on, but that's the one I want.
A fancy or hope, they say. If you do not know the correct definition of fancy, shame on you. But that's what I like to think dreams are. And to throw in some of my own thoughts and vocabulary: "Completely and utterly worthless. A waste of space and time."
The space-time continuum!
No, no science involved here. Dreams are but an idea that takes up too much depth and becomes a hope that you wish to excel. A hope that you want desperately.
Tell me: Has any of your dreams come true?
Well, the reasonable ones like, "I want a puppy" or such may have. But those are wants. Those are not needs nor dreams. Pure human lustful want. To answer the posing question correctly, the answer would be:
No.
Dreams never come true no matter how many pennies you toss into the fountain, no matter how many times you wish upon a star, and no matter how many times you visit Disneyland. Honestly, the world could survive without that dreadful place.
But if you believe dreams do come true or have the possibility to come true, say it. I won't believe you without proof, of course, and it's very easy to establish a difference between want and dream.
Dreams are fiction. They are just what the mind wants to feel, see, and hear. Simple. As. That.
That is the first lesson.
 Olive_the_Monkey_Ninja · Fri Oct 12, 2007 @ 08:16am · 3 Comments |
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