Voltaic
Darth Binks is real.
Hello, again!
What a time it has been. Lovely, yet in a horrifyingly tragic sort of way. Tragedy being a combination of good and bad, inter-working in contrast of each other.
both noteworthy of equal mention.
Who I am today, the good and bad, is built off the bad and good of who I was, and how the chaos of life has interacted with me.
Is it fair to say that horrible things that happened, shouldn’t have happened, when it was instrumental in creating the person I am proud of being today?
Anyways…
Ima dun trying 2 fit in.
It has been made evident by my attempts towards a level of conformity, that fitting into the crowd may not be a reasonable possibility.
I can fit in, at least until I open my mouth.
I can open my mouth and move it in the way to be most accepted, until I, in need of expression of self, start to stand out like a soar thumb.
I’m often ostracized, found outside, looking in.
In the past my attempts to join the fire, have been unsuccessful.
Welp, if so…
‘Oscar Schindler, didn’t sit down at an occupied table, but sat his own, and intrigued others towards him.’
Confidence in self is overpowered.
It is not that I overcame social anxiety, I came to a realization that the opinions of strangers is of little consequence in my life. Let them think what they think, as I will do the same with no negation of either or’s perspective on self.
I have become confident in my abilities, that I no longer seek to hide for the sake of an impossible task of conformity.
‘What would they think’ has been pushed towards, ‘what do I think’
both social ostracization, and a ‘hurtful solitude’ have pushed me into developing a balanced sense of self more skewed towards a self sense of self.
I refuse to betray myself to unsuccessfully try to be accepted.
Se vsanistiki monaxia mia utopia den eínai pia uo topos ston enan eafto.
Außerhalb der Pfanne steht der Außenseiter über dem Feuer des letzten Mannes
What a time it has been. Lovely, yet in a horrifyingly tragic sort of way. Tragedy being a combination of good and bad, inter-working in contrast of each other.
both noteworthy of equal mention.
Who I am today, the good and bad, is built off the bad and good of who I was, and how the chaos of life has interacted with me.
Is it fair to say that horrible things that happened, shouldn’t have happened, when it was instrumental in creating the person I am proud of being today?
Anyways…
Ima dun trying 2 fit in.
It has been made evident by my attempts towards a level of conformity, that fitting into the crowd may not be a reasonable possibility.
I can fit in, at least until I open my mouth.
I can open my mouth and move it in the way to be most accepted, until I, in need of expression of self, start to stand out like a soar thumb.
I’m often ostracized, found outside, looking in.
In the past my attempts to join the fire, have been unsuccessful.
Welp, if so…
‘Oscar Schindler, didn’t sit down at an occupied table, but sat his own, and intrigued others towards him.’
Confidence in self is overpowered.
It is not that I overcame social anxiety, I came to a realization that the opinions of strangers is of little consequence in my life. Let them think what they think, as I will do the same with no negation of either or’s perspective on self.
I have become confident in my abilities, that I no longer seek to hide for the sake of an impossible task of conformity.
‘What would they think’ has been pushed towards, ‘what do I think’
both social ostracization, and a ‘hurtful solitude’ have pushed me into developing a balanced sense of self more skewed towards a self sense of self.
I refuse to betray myself to unsuccessfully try to be accepted.
Se vsanistiki monaxia mia utopia den eínai pia uo topos ston enan eafto.
Außerhalb der Pfanne steht der Außenseiter über dem Feuer des letzten Mannes
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