I figure merging in with the background would be a lot more easier than having to fight for a space in the overflowing, vast pool of competitive geniuses.I don't dare to contest these beautifully creative minds.In fact, I think I'm incapable of.Probably, my lack of abilities can be described by my happiness with being a spoon or bowl or any other such inanimate object in a Shakespeare play...you get the drift,right?
At the same time, I guess I occasionally need someone to tell me that I'm good with something.Even if its being a spoon.I think everybody wants that from others.But, for a few people,I think, its a lot more difficult to appreciate or show respect for others.For these few, what's more important is letting others know how useless they are and how they're misfits in this competitive world.
So, waking up to greetings like 'hello mediocre, come, let me screw your happiness' isn't always a very enjoyable feeling.And what's funny is, how incredibly tolerant I can become with such overbearing people.Either that or I'm too scared to open my mouth!
*fuck you*!
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