Explain
23 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
The thing is, no amount of explanation ever seems to do any justice. Emotions seem like distant cliches and calling them distant cliches feels like a cliche. Such is the cynicism.
Talking about beauty and sadness seem frivolous and trivial.
It’s easy to make fun of those who express their emotions. Especially when it doesn’t match up to how you feel at a certain time… such is the nature of the often vitriolic attitudes toward the particularly more emotive.
I usually write “we” as my personifier. Let me use I here. I am tired. I don’t really know who to turn to, and when I do, I feel unfulfilled. Perhaps I’m stuck in often insatiable moods… I don’t really know. I’m on the inside looking out, and it’s hard to tell.
I feel like there’s a brooding evil that I have to keep in check constantly… and I’m tired of so much!
And all I can think is… “Another whingey, pointless blog”, but the truth is… it’s what I have, it’s what I do, I like to think that maybe someone reads it occassionally, or perhaps I just like the writing… the transparency… the pointlessness.
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