It’s okay to hate yourself. I’ve come to realize this after a while of living– it helps you deal when others begin to do the same.
I write pretty words to make people think that I have pretty thoughts.
I just want to get through the day.
Do dark eyes shine in bright lights?
June 23, 2017
You used to like waiting in traffic. Street lights at 11 pm were peaceful. Time passed a bit slower. You could see moving blocks of people– slowly moving blocks of lives. It was quiet. Tranquil.
Now, just weeks after, the silence is too much. You see other people living when you’ve stopped. You are forced to think, make decisions, play the games of your mind and heart’s conspirations. And you wonder if things could be simpler. You wonder if you are the same person in the same body living the same life you once knew. You see all the places you could be going, all the lives you could be living. The car’s now too small for comfort. The peace suffocates you.
But in the pm night lights, you come to terms to all the possibilities that you’ve stopped being a part of.
June 3, 2017
“I have two priorities in this world (or at least in what we see of it)– my established systems of deception and acceptance.
Now, if you ask me which comes after the other, I will tell you to stop embarrassing yourself. You’re only trying to act witty because you think people like this version of you. I will tell you to stop because frankly the chicken or the egg debate gets old.
People trying to assert superiority over one another with petty speech and cheap humor isn’t anything new. I like to tell myself that these people could be shifting this attention to solving the world’s problems– stopping global warming, curing cancer, and whatnot. It’s funny to imagine a world where people actually do useful shit with their lives. Then again, what would happen to the businesses that feed on the misfits of society? Entertainment businesses would lose capital because people would be busy maintaining productivity; the drugs, alcohol, and sex industries would play a lesser role in our capitalist system. If you look at the big picture, people in this world would also think they’ve achieved self sufficiency when really they’re just feeding back into their individual egos.
But, back to me. I have accepted that I will inevitably need to lie to myself for a sane state of mind; with this, necessitates the maximum level of acceptability to my conscious will . I believe I am happy because that is what I have chosen to tell myself. Who gives a fuck if I cut myself every night and drink myself to sleep? I tell myself things to keep myself sane. I tell other people things to keep them sane. We all accept what I say because we all accept the easiest answers– well, at least the majority of us. Some people think they’re above all that and instead choose to confront the hardest truths. That’s kind of stupid. Choosing to make your life harder doesn’t make you any more respectable. We all know somewhere in there, you’re just trying to prove that you deserve better, that because you’ve gone through hell and back, you now deserve all the glories humanity can offer. All of this only adds on to why lying to yourself and accepting those lies is the best approach to living.
I don’t think I’m a coward for thinking this. Wouldn’t you just love to think this way? All you have to do is let yourself.”
Amidst your words,
do you hear how alive the trees are?
You once told me that love fucked you over.
I was silent for a minute. Then I told you that I’ve always liked listening because it was the only way to silence all the other voices I heard.
You said that if I was smart I wouldn’t want to listen.
I said that I’ve never been very good at being smart.
You barely smiled.
I didn’t care if you were broken.
You looked me and told me that’s what they all said.
You told me that’s what they all said too.
I looked into your eyes.
You looked back into mine.
I liked the sound of your silence.
You said you liked the sound of my silence.
It was the first summer night that I consciously acknowledged.
I am aware of every detail that I do not need to know.
I am focusing on all the wrong things. I can see, but do I really see? I need to see all of you right now, but the only image in my mind is the thought of how I should remember you when this is over. I fake a laugh to look unfazed by everything around me that is coming into sight too fast, too quickly– the recollection of you, of us, of world soon without you, of Insecurity’s eyes staring back into mine. The sky clears. And for a second I let myself think that maybe one day we’ll look back to this moment (and realize what we could have been).