Zarrix
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In a social situation, when someone asks for your opinion or says something, do you ever feel that you can't get yourself to care about it? Everyone has some opinion on anything, but I can't seem to get that out to others in most cases and I woodenly try to make it seem I care, I think I phail...
Anyway heres a blog entry.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Will the real Zarrix please stand up?
Will the real Zarrix please stand up? I REPEAT, Can the real Zarrix PLEASE stand up? He wont and he cant. To the 5% of SA sufferers + a few individualists, the persona is something that should be kept as secret as possible. You create a psychological wall, preventing its expression. At times, minute cracks begin to appear. The piercing or cracking of this wall leaves you vulnerable to the hostile beast of society. A personality judgment ( the blank one, not the real soul) is bestowed apon you. To most people, this is a slap on the wrist, you take some and you lose some, after all it isn't going to impact in the long term. We like to think of it as an a-bomb.
Something that has huge short term agony tagged to it, and sometimes we even consider the hard term longships. The explosion kills off any confidence gained, and thus we start again.
Confidence is like oil. Becoming increasingly rarer and exponentially more valuable as I head into
my young adult years. To most people, the supply of confidence can only be spoilt by something of true nuclear proportions. Confidence is never in abundance in any anxious person's body, and for a large portion of the time, it doesn't even exist within the realm.
Some days you can say a loud hello, you can express something about yourself without feeling like you work to this point is going to explode in your face. This is when you have managed to squeeze an ounce of confidence from the dry deserts that are dealt to you in life. About half of the time, you can do nothing, but sit there, blankly. We look like drones, absolutely soulless
human beings with no sympathy, or care for the world around you. Many people think that we simply interpret the world as our own existence, the rest is an irrelevant abyss, like the universe around our Earth.
Whats the point of caring about the other world if it doesn't care for you. It didn't care for you when you tried to be friendly, sure as hell ain't going to care now, so far down the track. The fact is that we have no confidence to face the world and make ourselves relevant beyond our own think-tank. Happiness is the greatest of essence of life, and if you can only find that in individualism , then so be it? No, we want to share joy with other people, like most human beings, its just our past and the wall which it has created, is preventing the real persona from coming out.
Will the real Zarrix ever stand up? Of course he does, in our world.[/b]
Anyway heres a blog entry.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Will the real Zarrix please stand up?
Will the real Zarrix please stand up? I REPEAT, Can the real Zarrix PLEASE stand up? He wont and he cant. To the 5% of SA sufferers + a few individualists, the persona is something that should be kept as secret as possible. You create a psychological wall, preventing its expression. At times, minute cracks begin to appear. The piercing or cracking of this wall leaves you vulnerable to the hostile beast of society. A personality judgment ( the blank one, not the real soul) is bestowed apon you. To most people, this is a slap on the wrist, you take some and you lose some, after all it isn't going to impact in the long term. We like to think of it as an a-bomb.
Something that has huge short term agony tagged to it, and sometimes we even consider the hard term longships. The explosion kills off any confidence gained, and thus we start again.
Confidence is like oil. Becoming increasingly rarer and exponentially more valuable as I head into
my young adult years. To most people, the supply of confidence can only be spoilt by something of true nuclear proportions. Confidence is never in abundance in any anxious person's body, and for a large portion of the time, it doesn't even exist within the realm.
Some days you can say a loud hello, you can express something about yourself without feeling like you work to this point is going to explode in your face. This is when you have managed to squeeze an ounce of confidence from the dry deserts that are dealt to you in life. About half of the time, you can do nothing, but sit there, blankly. We look like drones, absolutely soulless
human beings with no sympathy, or care for the world around you. Many people think that we simply interpret the world as our own existence, the rest is an irrelevant abyss, like the universe around our Earth.
Whats the point of caring about the other world if it doesn't care for you. It didn't care for you when you tried to be friendly, sure as hell ain't going to care now, so far down the track. The fact is that we have no confidence to face the world and make ourselves relevant beyond our own think-tank. Happiness is the greatest of essence of life, and if you can only find that in individualism , then so be it? No, we want to share joy with other people, like most human beings, its just our past and the wall which it has created, is preventing the real persona from coming out.
Will the real Zarrix ever stand up? Of course he does, in our world.[/b]
