Showing posts with label sensitive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sensitive. Show all posts

Pretty Bad thing, baby!

I just want to have some mindless fun at the moment, so I’m dissecting this write-up ‘Why being hot really sucks!’ I think the writer has some serious issues. And it’s a badly written piece.

I believe the writer is pretty much obsessed with good looks, which is why she says appearance matters, looks matter even more. Speech is the index of mind & there’s no denying that the writer thinks about it day & night, & she must have a gang that solely believes in this theory. Although one doesn’t understand what’s the point of this write-up. We can clearly see she believes she’s hot, beautiful & what not.

“More or less, we tend to agree on who is pretty and who isn’t (with some exceptions). But then again – is such beauty really a blessing or a curse?”

Different people have different preferences. I think Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe & Liv Tyler are beautiful, but I don’t think everyone on this planet will agree with me. How does the writer know with so much certainty who is pretty & who isn’t? And then again she raises that bizarre question. Who gives a shit whether it’s a bane or a blessing? If you’re beautiful, you are beautiful for yourself. And it’s not your bloody fucking contribution, in the 1st place. You ought to be thankful to your parents & God Almighty rather than writing crappy stuff on it, which is so not pretty.

And then we read ‘things aren’t so pretty for the pretty people’. Just tell me if things are pretty for us ordinary looking folks? The writer also pretends to be sensitive in one of the paragraphs & then she narrates the story of another beautiful friend. You know a genuinely intelligent or humorous person would never die for a compliment. Maybe her friend doesn’t have any humor & I have also doubts about her intellect. I also wonder if she’s a genuine beauty or they all think she’s a beauty. On top of it, this dame doesn’t have much luck with guys. All through her life, she was afraid & all through her life, she was thinking about her beautiful face till one day someone she really liked said, ‘I am afraid I am attracted to you more physically than anything else.’ Ugh, I don’t think anyone can be sexually aroused after hearing this :P

I guess the guy should have said, would you like to sleep with me? Cause this might have sounded a little sexy. What’s this crap I’m attracted to you physically? But then the guy must be totally made-up & fake just like the so-called beautiful friend. Or maybe all of them are so beautiful that they have no idea sexy is better than beautiful. I believe when you can’t think sexy, you can’t talk sexy either. And these people have no clue that ordinary looking people can be sexy & noticeable. I think all these 3 people need to know what is good fuck but you can’t hide true self in the act, so it would be better if these 3 people go for therapy. I think they badly need it.

‘Beautiful people have hearts too.’ Alright. I think the conclusion is equally horrendous where she’s questioning ordinary & ugly people. I think the writer is a complex. She’s so sure that people resent beautiful beings & they think they don’t feel anything. Actually these so-called beautiful people must be bitchy; which is why people may not like them. Everyone is sensitive; it’s another thing people are super-sensitive about themselves & quite insensitive about others.

Lost my life


For quite some time, I wanted to write this but somehow I think that I have been avoiding it. I often think about the death of some people like Virginia Woolf & Michael Jackson. These 2 people actually take me in another direction. Virginia Woolf drowned herself; she was a very sensitive lady. And MJ used to take 10 sedatives before going to bed. It must have been such a torture on him.

Depression is a very strange illness. Even Sidney Sheldon was a victim of this illness. I often heard people saying that they are depressed but chronic depression is something serious. When you plunge into depression, your neurotransmitters go down. And only those who have experienced it know how terrible this illness is. Doctors also don’t give a damn; they prescribe sedatives & tranquilizers.

This Ramazan I have been a victim of hopelessness. I try to pray every day & yet I don’t have words. Whatever I want, I have a feeling that it’s not happening today & it’s not going to happen tomorrow; in fact it might not even happen in the next 10 or 20 years. It seems somewhere I lost my life. For a long time, I waited to meet it but now I’m waiting for nothing. Since I’m a very fun loving person, it’s hard to believe that I’m saying so. At this point in life (how ironic), I’m not even sure if I’m in search of life anymore.

There are times I wonder how many people would turn up on my funeral. I hope I don’t die in an accident though. I think I’m not going to do anything stupid to myself as I survived death 8 years ago, which is why I like to have control over my senses 24/7 :P And it also dawned on me that when we dead wake, we see that we have never lived. Henrik Ibsen has made it sound way too beautiful. But when it occurs to you…you are shattered.