Page 230: So-Called-Reality

Sometimes “reality” shows make me want to throw TV with whatever things I could reach with my hands – of course something that tender enough so I won’t break it and still can watch movies and news. IMVHO, most of them are stupid, misleading, and fake. I know…I know…that it’s probably just a matter of scenario, that those people in that shows are different if you meet them in person. I understand that those shows have edited lotsa things from their daily life. That somehow, those shows have rebuilt their images. But some reality shows and their imbecilities just make me take a deep breath, or roll my eyes, or snort.

The show that pisses me off the most is probably Beauty and the Geek. Seriously, the way it uses dumb stereotypes not only debase pretty women, but also smart men. Oh yeah, if you’re pretty and sexy, you can’t be smart. If you’re blessed with flawless skin-amazing bone structure-nice curve you don’t have that obligation or need to read books and fill your brain with knowledge that can save you from being a stupid girl. Oh yeah, that’s definitely right, if you’re a geek male you have to look weird, sometimes creepy but then you can be that shallow when you meet gorgeous girls with huge boobies and wear slutty outfits. But hey, guess what, three seasons so far, so maybe its rank is good enough. In short, it has audience who probably love it to the bones.

Beauty and the Geek reminds me of another reality show that pretty popular when I was still a high school student, The Swan. Ugh, it showed that it saw how banal our society was. That it’s very hard for most people to accept an ugly person. Well, yeah, probably it’s true. But instead of provided wise solutions, that show, somehow, (again) IMVHO triggered and encouraged people to think that the only solution for that “problem” was plastic surgeon. Yeah yeah, some episodes showed me that those methods also good for their health, but more often than not were about outside beauty.

But I shouldn’t have been surprised with those kinda reality shows, right? It’s not the first time I saw something stupid on TV. And to quote Picasso, “the world today doesn't make sense”. So yeah, guess that the least that I can do is remember that those shows have their own realities. And it has failed to enlighten me, not even entertaining. Period.

Page 229: Ha!

Isn’t it funny how some people think that they had triggered lotsa things that you did? Like they’re the center of your universe?

Ha-ha-ha.

Page 228: Escapist

The hardest part of knowing that you’re unable to get what (or whom) you want is to let it go. Try to understand that it’s not entirely your fault. Try to avoid condescension.

I realized it’s easier to be an escapist, sometimes. Create your own realm. Inoculate your mind with dreams, hopes, and sweetness that you can imagine. Play god once in a while.

Occasionally.

But the hardest part to be an escapist is when you have to accept the fact that you’re actually a liar who lies to yourself; pathetic, because you know the truth after all, you constantly reminded by your logic that your dreams are obsolete, perforated and useless.

I think my logic just told me the same thing. 

Lately.

Ah well.

Page 227: Sometimes... (Part 23)

Despite the fact that bitter and cruel people somehow “amazed” me with their demeanors or the way they see things, knowing how some people still manage themselves to stay positive facing shits in their lives amazed me even more.  Seriously, I think it’s way harder to be a person who tries to always hold on that silver lining, hold it tightly. Because sometimes, some people just make you want to grab a scissors and shove it up their arses. 

Page 226: Sugar

You’re nothing but a sugar that stayed in my tongue for a while before I swallowed it; I still can remember the sweetness of it, although nothing is left to consume, eventually. Nothing.

This is my kind of art of letting go.