

Yet another night of naked truth + irony, served on a silver platter.
The naked anger at its best temperament, and it all started from something so trivial... something like doing the motherfucking dishes. And because of that, we didn't do our family prayer on the dining table tonight. Perhaps we didn't pray things right all these while.
Anyway first the 12 year old brat locked bedroom A's door, then 49 year old hag locked bedroom B's door. Me being the cool head tried to be the mediator, despite having to do the cursed pop up book for illustration which is not going to make it on doomsday - did the dishes in the end yet again and scored a bonus of being locked out of the bedroom.
Everytime when a fight breaks out at home, I will always be the one washing the dishes. Whether if it's out of responsibility, or just an excuse to get away from the din - I'll end up thinking about things. Just you know, things.
I don't know why my mum is so caught up with seeking perfection. They say the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment and sure it did not prove otherwise.
Sometimes I wish I could tell her to stop trying so hard when you're so worn out. why try to find perfection in imperfections, why try to complete the incompleteness. Why try to go against the nature because all that's happening is a mighty possibility of God's big cosmic scam to make us realise we are not anything more than human? That we all need each other? You know, be like Tyler in Fight Club and let go of the steering wheel of the car, stop all the controlling shit. If we were meant to live it through even at the face of death, we will.
If there were no war, how would we learn to feel pain and not do it upon others? If there were no death, how then would we know truths about life? If we were all perfect, why would there ever be a need to depend on each other to fill in the gaps? To cover each others blanket when the night gets cold? To love?
As much as I may sound positive here, I still would very much like to say...
FUCK THE GOD DAMN WORLD.
it's just fucked, and I'm mindfucked.
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