Emotional dyslexia

I guess that's what we tend to see so often out there, around us, today. We get pounded with "what do you like? what do you get pleasure out of?" and whatnot? so... we become emotionally blind to those in front of us. Should the way each of us transposes their feelings into actions, attitudes and vibrations (be it word, be it touch or simple gestures) be considered a form of written communication, most of those I know are practically dyslexic.

What concerns me most, however, is that a lot of the same folks I know gradually develop a more and more potent form of alexia... like... when someone breaks your trust and turns the one you were into a defiled form of your own self? And then you hear people "no, you can't feel something, anything just like that, for anyone!" - then, I wonder, how the fuck can one plummet from a decent person into a cold hearted humanoid? I mean... if that's possible - and we all know it is, since we've seen it with our own eyes, most likely - why isn't the opposite allowed to happen? Ah, no, wait... it takes time to build, right... :-) It takes mere instants to obliterate, however.

All those days we spend waiting won't come back, just as the title song claims, for time is no boomerang to turn tail and run back into our arms. Would've been nice, though. :-)

Is it perfection or vanity to be able to lie to ourselves and talk ourselves into whatever we feel like becoming? I don't know and I don't really care... or that's what I'm trying to talk myself into. I can barely spot a few glimpses of success, however.

Saturday rant

If you are not aware of the average value for human cells division, please, avoid this blog and whatever social network profile you got here from - or do a bit of research; since you're reading this, the Internet is right at your fingertips so why not move 'em and use it toward your knowledge? If you don't know that much about yourself, why bother trying to unravel me? It's absurd. :-)

If the first paragraph convinced you that human cells only divide for a given amount of times, please know you're wrong. If you don't know what HeLa stands for, do some research or avoid this blog. :-) It's not necessarily relevant to life, but what if you met an alien and (s)he asks you this simple question: do you divide forever or for a while? ;-)

If you check your mouse, looking for an extra button when you hear "bubble click" instead of throwing a giggle or putting on a nice little smile, go sell that mouse and buy yourself some humor, then return to this blog. :-)

If you can't control yourself and if you're only willing to do whatever you want, understand that those who live by the sword, die by the sword. Attempt to want to control your inner animal and try to only claw and rake at those whom really threaten your integrity, not just anyone coming along your path. For not anyone is a threat and maybe some of those you wreck mental & emotional havoc upon, just maybe a few of those do care about you in a way you can't figure out. Once you've achieved that, tag along me and let's discuss. What? The world entire, why not?

Our bodies are designed to self destruct at some given point in time. If I live to my 66th birthday, I still got left around 1 636 363 636 heart beats. And one more, while you read this. So instead of tampering with my pulse and stealing the ticks of my tiny clock, either try to tune our clocks and see what can we achieve together, replenishing each other's ticks, or spare yourself the hassle and listen to your own tick-tock by yourself. Alas, music sounds better when you listen to it on your own... not.

We each have a whole life behind us. It takes yet another life to intimately know the life behind the other one. Instead of wasting another life trying to get to know me, let's take a leap of faith towards tomorrow and see what happens next. One only needs to see where one is heading so they may take the leap... tomorrow is a spot pretty interesting and good enough for me, for today is already behind us and tomorrow is just a couple of heartbeats away.

I'm not here to offer answers. I'm here to raise questions and grant alternatives. If you got this far reading this post, what's on your mind? Why not get in touch with you and me? Fear keeps one alive, when fear has a reason to exist. Otherwise, it slowly serves one a cunning death, one spoon at a time.
Started this on Saturday... it still feels the work of a mad man.