2313epiphanySep 162 min readChapter III - Hello, My Name IsWe wear clothes everydayWe wear all kinds of clothes —We wear black, knee-high bootsWe wear stylish, ironed trousersWe wear lacy, scarlet brasJust so we could be noticed by someone, anyoneAnd at the same time, we preach to be individualsWith individual goalsAnd individual moralsAnd individual voicesAnd individual opinionsLike a perfect choir with perfect harmonyUnfortunately, from time to time, we can hear voices out of tuneVoices with the wrong pitchVoices too loud, or too softVoices monotonousVoices in our headsBecause none of it is realThe truth — it comes at a price of being recognised as differentRecognised as preyRecognised as an anomalyRecognised but in isolationRecognised but not gratifiedAnd, oh, will hell set loose if anyone dares to fight the status quoIt’s pretty easy, really, advising ourselves to just ignore what people think of usPeople seek attention all the timePeople are savage animalsPeople exist only to fend for themselvesPeople are shitty,So it goes, but it’s funny to think, because everyone has these thoughtsEveryone wonders why life sucksEveryone sees the world ‘differently’ than othersAs if we are superior to the rest of themThis hubris we have pre-installed isn’t going to change society just because we have the ability to yell ‘You don’t get it,’ now and againI mean, who cares if people are shitty?Who cares if standing up is at the cost of gratification?Who cares if all the voices we hear are from inside our heads?Who cares if we preach someone’s opinion on having an individual opinion?Who cares if we wear lacy, scarlet bras?We doWe all doEvery single dayOf every single weekOf every single monthOf every single yearBecause we like to think we are so damn unique in this peculiar, little world When we’re all living the same lives — just through divergent lenses.
We wear clothes everydayWe wear all kinds of clothes —We wear black, knee-high bootsWe wear stylish, ironed trousersWe wear lacy, scarlet brasJust so we could be noticed by someone, anyoneAnd at the same time, we preach to be individualsWith individual goalsAnd individual moralsAnd individual voicesAnd individual opinionsLike a perfect choir with perfect harmonyUnfortunately, from time to time, we can hear voices out of tuneVoices with the wrong pitchVoices too loud, or too softVoices monotonousVoices in our headsBecause none of it is realThe truth — it comes at a price of being recognised as differentRecognised as preyRecognised as an anomalyRecognised but in isolationRecognised but not gratifiedAnd, oh, will hell set loose if anyone dares to fight the status quoIt’s pretty easy, really, advising ourselves to just ignore what people think of usPeople seek attention all the timePeople are savage animalsPeople exist only to fend for themselvesPeople are shitty,So it goes, but it’s funny to think, because everyone has these thoughtsEveryone wonders why life sucksEveryone sees the world ‘differently’ than othersAs if we are superior to the rest of themThis hubris we have pre-installed isn’t going to change society just because we have the ability to yell ‘You don’t get it,’ now and againI mean, who cares if people are shitty?Who cares if standing up is at the cost of gratification?Who cares if all the voices we hear are from inside our heads?Who cares if we preach someone’s opinion on having an individual opinion?Who cares if we wear lacy, scarlet bras?We doWe all doEvery single dayOf every single weekOf every single monthOf every single yearBecause we like to think we are so damn unique in this peculiar, little world When we’re all living the same lives — just through divergent lenses.
Eloquently put