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So hate the drama
Posted by The Red Devil
on
Thursday, December 04, 2008
in
Bad Day
Life is simple. We are the ones who complicate life because we love the drama.
I always say that to every class I handle. I am deathly serious about this - think about it, why in the fuck would we want to subject ourselves to torment and full blown angst when all it gives us are baggage that we have to lug around for a couple of decades?
I have lived a Shakespearean life. I don't want it anymore. So, please do me a favor and leave me alone to my simple delusional world. I have my bubble and I'm perfectly comfortable in it.
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I don't do feelings sharing. I do emotional barricading in a biblical scale. I'd rather diffuse a tense and awkward situation with humor, even at my expense.
It's awkward and I kinda feel dirty after exposing my feelings. God, even feelings sound like a dirty word that I need to wash out of my mouth with detergent.
Maybe it's what life has done to me. Maybe it's just the symptoms of a bigger psychological disorder that I'm bound to manifest. Whatever it is, I think I'm just fine without anyone having to freaking analyze me. Let the dudes with the white jackets come in their own time.
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Oh, and just for the record, I don't hate Christmas. I pretty much hate any commercial holiday. I'm an equal opportunity holiday hater.
I always say that to every class I handle. I am deathly serious about this - think about it, why in the fuck would we want to subject ourselves to torment and full blown angst when all it gives us are baggage that we have to lug around for a couple of decades?
I have lived a Shakespearean life. I don't want it anymore. So, please do me a favor and leave me alone to my simple delusional world. I have my bubble and I'm perfectly comfortable in it.
***
I don't do feelings sharing. I do emotional barricading in a biblical scale. I'd rather diffuse a tense and awkward situation with humor, even at my expense.
It's awkward and I kinda feel dirty after exposing my feelings. God, even feelings sound like a dirty word that I need to wash out of my mouth with detergent.
Maybe it's what life has done to me. Maybe it's just the symptoms of a bigger psychological disorder that I'm bound to manifest. Whatever it is, I think I'm just fine without anyone having to freaking analyze me. Let the dudes with the white jackets come in their own time.
***
Oh, and just for the record, I don't hate Christmas. I pretty much hate any commercial holiday. I'm an equal opportunity holiday hater.
