I get so fed up sometimes. I often wish I was just an orphan, alone in this world. A hermit somewhere in a mountain, with just the bare necessities, a bit of comfort and nature. Most of the time I look at other people in their conventional animalistic framework of human life. Partnering, getting married, having babies etc. I know that it is their choice to do those ordinary things, and I respect that. What gets to me is the extent to which people like myself, have to waste so much of our lives accommodating the commemoration of occasions in their lives. We have to be the audience. Audience to … sorry to say … such mundane things. From before the history of mankind, creatures have been shagging shacking up and having offspring. Its nothing special. Special to me is evolution of the mind’s focus towards things that are really amazing. Inevitably having to waste time on listening to mundane life talk about curtains, baby development, finances, struggles of marriage and the hard work involved is just painful. Blah blah. Sorry if you feel insulted, but that is just boring. Its nice I suppose if your life is also similar so there’ll be an appreciation for the weddings, birthdays, baby showers, and other ordinary celebrations. For me however, there gets to a point where I feel its taking over my life, and just an obligation and a duty to be a spectator to these things in other poeple’s life. For the last three months I’ve been wanting to go out scuba diving with my club on a Sunday. But all the frickin weddings and funerals, and baby showers, and birthdays have taken over my free time. I’ve had enough. Enough. I need to find a jungle now. I’ve had enough.
written for the Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera
Don’t quote me on this. Its not a fact. But we are what we are. It doesn’t matter how much you look like a downs syndrome alien, how irritating your lisp is, how clever you are, or how confident. It doesn’t matter how much money you have, or how many degrees you hold. It doesn’t matter how many marathon’s you run or if you climbed Mount Everest. There is a cloud hovering over each of us, shaped by our childhood, that cloud is destiny, and the real substance of what rains down on us is determined almost completely by what happened to us in our most influential years. Though we may have free will in principle to change the substance of the rain of destiny, its harder than most people are able to do. Somos que somos.