I'm happy to know I'll live long enough to see this world collapse on itself, and see it burn on a fire set by its own settlers, to see all this façade of a life exposed for what it is, and this shameful species reduced to a dying ember, a vague memory of the fire that once raged unchecked throughout this planet.
In any case, once the supply of dead dinosaur that remains burns out, the powers that be will burn the world looking for more right? They’ve already done it…
Ever felt you’re at a place where you do not belong? Say, a gathering where you are not acquainted with any of the attendees? That, I believe, is a common occurrence. Most people have been in such a situation at some point in their lives. In such a situation, a person usually does not expect to be addressed, and it’s not unusual for said person’s comments to go unnoticed or outright ignored, the person (being an outsider) naturally excluded. That sort of environment drives our hypothetical subject either into withdrawal or into asserting him or herself by means of discussion, arguments, antics or perhaps even aggression.
And then comes my particular case.
You see, dear readers, having grown up rather distanced from most social settings, I end up taking the place of our subject on most occasions that involve socialization. I usually find myself excluded from conversation, my comments blatantly ignored, even when speaking to family, and it’s not due to a lack of assertion or verbal skill, as I have always been able to talk myself into or out of any situation as circumstances require. Perhaps my particularly individualistic upbringing turned me into an incorrigible outsider, even in the most familiar ambience.
I believe this deserves more analysis.
Bonsoir, mes chês lecteurs! I hope you missed me! It’s been long since I last wrote, too long, perhaps. There have been many stories, happennings, indicents, damage dealt and struggled recoveries since I last came to visit you (almost a year) in this little space of mine. It starts with a menial job at a callcenter, followed by my adaptation to living alone, then by a time of fun and games, after that a period of intense feelings, followed by a crash of equal magnitude, a period of serious instability fueled by contemporary events and the history of the past year-and-a-half, of which I have barely recovered about two months ago. My life turned uninteresting for a good while, and then it was getting interesting when... I was told I'm going to be laid off soon... Ouch. That is, of course in the process of being corrected. Expect more news soon from me, as I intend to keep on writing this time. I’m Back from the ashes again.
Rêves doux
