I See You. But Will You Ever See Me.
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Introspection
When you were a little gurl, did your father ever tell you were special?
Did you ever doubt it?
Did you ever think that maybe you wouldnt make it?
That maybe, you wouldnt be happy?
You can never be prepared for reality. It just fucking happens to you.
12 comments:
Thank you Misha...Lets see what you are talking about today...Are you special?...Yeah I guess you are...Is Everyone special in their own way?...I guess they are...Does everyone being special make special lose its meaning?...I dont think so...It just enriches the world we live in...Reality might screw you over...But thats your fault...Not your speciality ka fault..The connection between your specialness and reality is you..So Misha...Tell me about it...what happened?..and when are we meeting up in real life?
Its about our choices, m.
The Magic Numbers put it right. Sometimes, its better off when they're by themselves. For your good. Not for theirs.
someone should teach this undead fool punctuation. an ellipse cannot be used as a comma, period and semicolon. give up, undead. maybe you should get it right this time and die.
commander: how's the push-button life going? pushed some wrong buttons lately?
aaki: the magic numbers are visually unappealing.
Madhu: I sont think everyone is speacial. I think we all grow up thinking we are, until werealise we were wrong.
Real life doesnt exist anymore!
Aaki: More apt would be Enigms's "Loss of Innocence".
Gaimon: Who put a wasp in your loincloth?
Gaimon: I never even said they were musically sound. 'twas reference to m's post's title. btw m, you are talking the song in the title, right?
Aaki: yeah i was, cept their somg is called 'i see you, you see me', right?
Yeah..I put the wasp in Gayman's loin cloth...
And how can you say thinking you are special is "Wrong"? Its not a universal objective quality to a person...Its highly subjective
...maybe you have some issues with yourself...but thinking its "wrong" to think of yourself as special doesnt make sense atleast to me...Maybe you need to hang out with special ppl...Like Anoop or Sachin or Me...Its a beautiful life Misha...
I dont mean wrong in the way youre thinking.
Its more like, everything youre daddy told is irrelevant. In the world youre a nobody, until you prove yourself. When youre born into a family, youre acepted as somebody right away. You re speacial. In the real world you have to make yourself special.
Everyone is special, but some need special schools for special needs. Yes that's the title of the song, I didn't see it in the post title. I don't have a loincloth. Everyone needs their feathers ruffled. It helps prevent dandruff.
Haha...the ol Santa Claus argument...Well no one will see you the way your dad does...Thats coz hes of your blood...and yeah there is this ordinariness to reality...thats hard to escape...but there is a solution...tho the solution will not fit in this blog comment...And you dont need to break your spine growing up...
Anywez...How are you?...What are you upto?
awh. :P yes. and noones special, to be sure. at a very irritating point of your life, you come to realise that God made two of you. or even more. Or he distributed bits and pieces of you in the ten people you shook hands with in the morning. crap. i need ego.
all you people need to embrace the church of the flying spaghetti monster! and be touched by his noodly appendage!
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