dramatic.mockery

Humans being social creatures, thrive on drama. Even when they do not need that in their lives.
The very act of being inflicted in the extreme ends, and the adrenaline flow of which it bellows by, thrills us.
We mock out of boredom, and we misplace seriousity onto the seemingly practical and urgent.
We play, out of sport, and we seek the high of watching the game.
We want trouble, and we revel in it.
Not just to ourselves, but even to those whom we are supposedly close to.
To be involved, reaffirms one's existence.
To be left out, tells of one's solitude, which at the current time, is unfashionable.
Some sway to the wind, without even knowing why.
And some reprimand others, for not going according to their ideals.
Do we even realise that the end will always be about kissing the dust?
That is lying in between the grimy and sticky surfaces of your toes.
Life is a joke, for some.
Life is a shithole, for others.
While the rest think that it is part of a bigger journey to somewhere better.

No one is sure, are we not?

We celebrate the existence of those we know, by their birthdays, or deathdays.
Random dates are made significant, just so we make ourselves feel grounded and sure.

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Happy 23rd Birthday Rushdy.
I hope you get what you want. :)

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For others, who are still fucked, and screwed, by whatever pawns and obstacles God decide to throw onto you, expect to be toyed around still.

At the end of it all, we are still fucked, and to those who thinks they know more and better,
GO FUCK YOURSELF.

:)

Good morning all.
hurr hurr hurr~