Category: writing

Complaints

What do you complain about the most?

I could list my pet peeves but I hesitate to reveal too much of myself in the process. Or is it really to do with offending others? Then again, what does it hurt to come clean once in a while. But why complain at all? Better to take action. Besides, people have enough problems then to hear about mine. I’d like to think I’ve matured and become more tolerant, that one day I will shed my former intolerant self and become truly enlightened. But maybe I’m dreaming (probably). Oh, I have my complaints and they are many – thieving, blackmailing, torturing, embezzling, laundering, deceiving, stampeding, poisoning, cannibalism, nihilism, cultism, sadism, pessimism, extortion, perversion, intoxication, brutalism, contamination, algorithms, death by asphyxiation, telemarketing, trafficking, shop lifting, parole violating, pyramid selling, stalking, forging, roadkill collecting, racketeering, mobile throwing, all forms of provoking..

Ghosts are real

What’s something you believe everyone should know.

I don’t know because I don’t know everybody. There’s always someone (out there) who you can’t entirely appreciate unless you’re Buddha or the like. You spend most of your formative years learning until your ‘cup runneth over’ only to realise (even if only partly enlightened) that you don’t really appreciate anything. Then you lose your close friends and realise the party’s over. The ones that don’t make it. They’re so close you can think their very thoughts – and find you’re still talking to them. What do you think of this or that? Would you do things differently? What a laugh as you share a joke or two – in your mind. Don’t look back. Never look back. But God, what a party. Some exquisite moments. Ghosts are real. They’re just souls in the ether.  

Paying attention

What details of your life could you pay more attention to?

My whole life needs attention. Sometimes I wonder if I actually appreciate what it means to pay attention let alone the details of my life that need attending. I can stand to attention but seem to fail to pay attention. Well, sometimes. Sometimes I have no choice but attend my daily needs and then wonder if I can attend to ambiguous fantasies and futile ambitions. Stuff like that. Hey, I couldn’t even recognise valuable distraction, forbidden temptations, impossible dreams. Maybe I should pay attention to dreams. Strange, I can’t remember them. What good is that? Maybe I’m actually living backwoods. Like starting from the end and going through to the beginning. Am I mad? 😀

Blogging

Why do you blog?

I began blogging some years ago and I thought about this question when I started out. What is the key motivation to write and then to post online? I guess it varies from one blogger to the next
For me it’s a somewhat self indulgent experience and I’m not overly affected by the opinions of others. Let me clarify. I value the blogosphere – the opinions in the community of bloggers, whereas I don’t care too much for social media. Bloggers have the opportunity for individuality and they are free to express it. All voices are welcome and their differences merely adds to the variety. Compare this to regular social media. While theoretically, you have free expression, currently there is a crisis in regards to freedom of speech. And quite often it’s the style and content that is lacking. To me, ‘micro blogging’ appears dull and moderated. By contrast, bloggers seem unafraid to express themselves in their own words and they can do it without the distraction of infinity apps and manipulative algorithms. I’d rather do without endless newsfeed and upselling and I don’t care for millions of indifferent users. Why not leave the beaten track and find somewhere to express anything you want? (Well, nearly anything, tee-hee).