Friday, April 07, 2006
I envy D
I really envy D.
If one day someone was to ask me how many friends i have, i would have to take the trouble to go hunting for a pocket calculator.
If D was asked such a question, his fingers would suffice.
When people critise him, he will say people do not have the right to do that, as those people are not perfect. Yet he gave himself the right to call people names, as if he was perfect.
Thinking that he is perfect is the first sign of his imperfection. An ice berg is only protrudes 10% from the sea level. I wonder what serious flaws lies beneath that qrotesque husk. This is something I find hard to contemplate.
Like a blind man groping in a maze, he will never learn the ugly truth about himself. To lie, cheat himself of the truth that lies beneath that husk, to hide that insecurity that makes him hard to be a man, be turns to the opposite, the negative, the fiction.
From man, he changes to woman.
From imperfection, he becomes perfect.
Such is what he had successfully convinced himself of, but to those who are around him, who sees him in his stride, his speech, he is nothing but a rotten egg.
A big one, in fact.
If one day someone was to ask me how many friends i have, i would have to take the trouble to go hunting for a pocket calculator.
If D was asked such a question, his fingers would suffice.
When people critise him, he will say people do not have the right to do that, as those people are not perfect. Yet he gave himself the right to call people names, as if he was perfect.
Thinking that he is perfect is the first sign of his imperfection. An ice berg is only protrudes 10% from the sea level. I wonder what serious flaws lies beneath that qrotesque husk. This is something I find hard to contemplate.
Like a blind man groping in a maze, he will never learn the ugly truth about himself. To lie, cheat himself of the truth that lies beneath that husk, to hide that insecurity that makes him hard to be a man, be turns to the opposite, the negative, the fiction.
From man, he changes to woman.
From imperfection, he becomes perfect.
Such is what he had successfully convinced himself of, but to those who are around him, who sees him in his stride, his speech, he is nothing but a rotten egg.
A big one, in fact.
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