Mood: Depressed + pissed + misunderstood

If there is one thing in the world that can make me hate the world, it would be unfounded assumptions. I hate misunderstandings.

I hate it when people don’t bother to clarify their doubts about me with me.

When I give out my opinions, they’re purely my own opinions, not some representations of the rest of the world. When I show my feelings here, I am only sharing it, dammit. Not asking anybody for any advices. Nor am I displaying my decisions of my life.

When I want advices, I’ll ask for it. Don’t assume, please. Just don’t.

When I’ve made up decisions about my space, I’ll let you blogders know about it. I won’t use my feelings to imply my decisions with my life.

I hate mind games.

And I won’t stop writing/blogging. CHILL , PEOPLE. I’ll make a public announcement if I ever want to stop blogging, okay? Thank you for your lovely support. I appreciate you blogders. Stop bombarding me with “DON’T STOP BLOGGING” messages, thank you.

Those who have been observing recent events would know why this post came into existence.

    To those who are blur: I was in an extremely horrible mood and a fellow blogder was agitated by my “Sad” post and my replies to his comments.

Now, I find the idea of having to apologise in case any of you blogders are offended by my “Sad” post (and also subsequently having to put up some disclaimer to prevent further conflicts with blogders) completely redundant. I really don’t see why any of you should have strong feelings about that post. I mean, I didn’t even clarify who I was talking about. And why should I anyway? If I really didn’t appreciate any of you or want to stop writing or both, I might as well convert all my posts into “diary” mode instead of “public” mode. I never had the intention of doing so.

Maybe I shouldn’t share my feelings with you guys anymore. It’s hard for me to do so when there are people who would condemn and throw unfounded accusations at me. I don’t wish to delete any of the comments because I want to face the music head on. This is to promote understanding between me and my blogders.

So, please, if you find something amiss within my profile/blog content, do message me beforehand, before commenting in each of my posts, so to avoid assumptions and misunderstandings. Please consider my mood (if it’s stated above the respective post), for I’m a moody blogger.

Emotions affects almost everything a person does.

Cheers (with pain).

[Author's Note: Another poem written when I was 16 or 17]

 

Paradox of the Mind by Bodicea

Swish and sway,

It moved;

Flit and flutter,

It twitched;

Bleary images danced in a flicker,

Emotions and thoughts,

Erratic.

 

He stared,

Endlessly at the grim yonder,

Heaving out the last of euphoria,

Emerging into plaintive melancholy;

Exuberance of a jovial brooding loner,

Of unfamiliar faces,

Yet no one to confide.

 

She extended from kind empathy,

Benevolent generosity to the indigent;

Surpassing,

Exceeding,

Overwhelming,

That to her next of kin;

Stuck in the avarice of fame and fortune,

Ignorant to what mattered more,

Trivial childhood grudge.

 

The deep intellectual critic,

Swift fingers sashayed to and fro;

Profound language poured,

Not of ingenious speculation,

But of mere oblivious conformity,

Yet struggling to contemplate its candour.

 

Swish and sway,

It moved;

Flit and flutter,

It twitched;

Bleary images danced in a flicker,

Emotions and thoughts,

Erratic.