we talk so much we're bound to rot.
its been a long week. its been more frustrating than i would have liked it to be. right now i'm just wondering how long more till i can figure this out.
if i am the moon, then you are the sun. and all that stands between us is the world. together we are an eclipse. what bullshit.
identity is a curious thing. i've kinda figured, one's identity is a social construct, a defense mechanism when around strangers. i mean when you're around friends, close friends, this whole "identity" rubbish tends to just fade away. because lets face it its about what we make of ourselves as much as what others make of us. and when neither matters, then identity ceases to exist. i believe one only really needs an identity when venturing out into the unknown, entering the abyss that is society. its terrifying to an extent.
so i've been trying to figure out my identity, to very generally put it. its not about figuring out who i am. its figuring out who people perceive me to be. cos i've concluded the person i think i am is vastly different from the person people think i am. i think i'm boring. and yet people can come up with such interesting stories, i myself am rather shocked. its always a case of "i did that??", or "i could do that??". there's a lot of differences here i need to try to reconcile, if not i'm going to forever be living in the shadow of a person i'm not.
who wants everything?
we'll fall in line, pay for our crimes,
looting the lives of those left behind.
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