I know my writings are out of the norm, shocking many including dear ones. But, but, someone has to say it. Awkward moments rise when a tender, dear and sweet loving someone insists being super nice, with an aim of stirring I away from content creating. They send I flicks of passion encapsulated in cherished caring, yet my mind is sailing far away into Ploughed River City. It’s disgusting. Such a feeling is strange, and I had not encountered it in a while. With time, days fade into nights and nights blend in with sky lights. I resort to meeting new dear ones, cherish old ones, and continue with content creating.
I come to confess: Sometimes, lots of love and care are sent towards I. They include worries of I seeming to have lost a soul. I admit, whereabouts of a proclaimed soul of mine are sketchy, ever since I became a free spirit. However, hints flooding my brain suggest that my soul is somewhere roaming the earth. It’s snatching insights of others and sending them right back to I. Worry less my dear, I possess an enhanced capability of acceptance. Offered love, care, passion and other good stuff sent towards I are joyfully sucked in. I admit, it’s fucken delicious.
Tables are flipped when dear one insists on I returning to ordinary and traditional norms of society which suck. All is well and fine, as I ignite a trailing personality of demented shit-headedness. Pretense of care is smacked down and offered charms of happiness are tarnished, embracing my inner most arseholery. Situation at times escalates, revealing a complete dickhead buried deep within. Sparks of delighting calmness surround a yawning heart, as I nod out of rhythm in diagonal patterns.
Sometimes, delusions of angels knocking at a hole where my soul used to reside are witnessed. It makes I feel a bit guilty, but an inner smile never fails to surface. This is followed by systematic evaluations on thousands of thoughts spinning in my grey matter, at speeds greater than I can spin on a stripper pole. Results of evaluated thoughts motivate I with better ways on how to piss off pretending dear one, especially when they possess twisted and delusional beliefs. Please say that I am not alone in this sensational self-awakening series of events?
Playing a long with a rest of the world does wonders when a stranger with unusual extreme niceness is encountered. Lives we live are on a crushing plane in swirling winds, making extreme niceness a rare trait. Many humans are opportunists waiting to strike when a moment is right. When that happens, I try to do what everyone struggles to do best: pretend they don’t know what they know, or know what they don’t, redialing through Altered Life Perceptions.
Pretending to adjust and completely blend in with surroundings is time wasting. But, but, compromising once saved my arse. I thought of reciting interactions and conversations incurred that day. It was with an aim of returning favors to pretending dear ones chanting out false hopes. The favors border lined chaos and disaster conniving with their bad days. It felt good watching a smile fade from their faces, as I used their words against them, in a cheesy provocative way. I know it sounds evil, but sometimes, you need to raise a voice for what you stand for. And you my dear, such a moment deserves to be recorded in everyone’s mind.