I wonder how people change. I could not change myself even after screwing up on numerous occasions. So do people really change? I didn’t and neither did the other person. What happened then? Both of us are thinking that the other person has changed but in reality none of us has.
I came up with the following explanation. It is just that I think that a person has changed because I used to like him till yesterday but I have found someone better today who is more compatible with me or maybe I can boss him around. They say that all men are born equal but they are only BORN equal. Actually, they develop. If nonliving things can develop, human beings can too. According to the Jewish literature, we can have a self called “I” and a self called “me”. The “I” is the deepest self, the one with which we came into existence. “Me”, on the other hand, is a persona we develop during life. Elements of “me” originate from others, from society, from that which is outside “I”. So you might not like “me” thinking that I have changed but “I” have not changed and you know it.
~poorpip
Horrid, it was. There was too much of pressure, inside my head of course. All I could see were these walls, walls which met each other at 90 degrees. Yeah, platitudes. What else would come to any mind which is trying to get some rest and it cannot get it because it has opened a closed book(which was not supposed to happen) and hence, obscuration of the obvious. Anyway, I tried hard to sleep but eventually ended up watching bats go sleep.
Well fuck that night and the people who slept that night. That night was for the insomniacs. Actually they don’t suffer from anything, that is a myth, they choose not to sleep because they want to think. They want to think at night, like bats. Why the fuck do you think Batman is the best superhero? Its surely not because of Nolan. But believe me, this is not what I was thinking that night. To be honest, I am not supposed to talk about it, people might get hurt. People are like high school girls these days, too sensitive. But yeah, you can always reach me easily to find out the truth about that night. I am not Batman, you know.
~poorpip
When I like them, they don’t like me.
When they like me, I don’t like them.
Why cant I act with ones I like
the way I do with ones I don’t?
-George Costanza, Seinfeld-The Old Man
Howdy fellas? This is one confusing site. I cannot even remember how many times I have used the F-word in my mind. I was going to sleep because I got to wake up early in the morning around 8 am when this famous artist on twitter, I don’t know her name, gave me some link which forced me to register on this site in order to take a look at her arts work. So I registered, uploaded some old photo of Leopold Butters Scotch as my profile picture and here I am now writing some shit about myself. Even the mosquitoes have gone to sleep. Well, whatever it is, it looks like a good place to rant about things. I hope its better than blogspot or wordpress. I know its going to be the same though. How much new shit do you expect every time you log onto a new site for social networking? Cut us geeks some slack.
Well that’s all fellas. Show’s over. Sleep and let sleep.
~poorpip
