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Silent Screams
Before anyone mistake this post for as something prevalent or mind-blowing, I would like to tell you that you are mistaken. FYI, not all blog posts are products of literary geniuses. As a matter of fact, not all people are gifted with flowery vocabulary or superb flow of story-telling. This is a disclaimer in which case I do not want to lead people on and then accuse me of bullcrap. This is just a rant written out of frustrations of a lady who is trying her best not to become jaded.
I’ve written articles and research papers before but it was for assignments and projects to ensure that I’ll pass the class; I had stopped writing my own personal thoughts for almost three years ago. Back then, I realized I can really “write” when motivated by bitterness and loneliness (yeah, you can call it teenage angst). Reading my poems written several years ago made me want to slap my 15 years old some sense. And whenever I am happy, I forgot the pen and paper on my table. Dallying in euphoria makes me lazy to type anything on my computer.
Don’t get me wrong: my life right now is perfect according to my Asian mom’s eyes. I’ve done it in order and without the so called “blemish” or “taint” on my family’s name. Yet there are times that I am frustrated or felt stuck. I felt that my life just stopped moving and everyone around me is walking in a quick pace. The world that I see makes me want to change my opinion on humanity. Simply surfing on my Facebook Wall makes me want to scream at these pretentious people who kept rubbing one everyone’s faces that they are “the children of god”. We get it, you are a devout “insert person’s religion” but do you really have to shout or brag about it? Or worse, make other people feel less of themselves just because they turn away from their old beliefs? These are the very people that are obviously asking for attention and someone to “like” their opinion. There’s few people on my wall who posted and whined that they hated the new film adaptation of Les Mis becoming mainstream: what the eff are you talking about? You don’t want to share this Broadway production to anyone, is that it?
It is at this point that I realized that I need to put my silent rants into words. I need to express it and I do not care if nobody will read this. Everyone needs an outlet to throw out all their frustrations, stress, anger, happiness, excitement, and etc. This post is a reminder to my self that regardless how I found people’s reactions juvenile and idiotic, I am also no different than them. I have flaws and interests that may be found highly unlikable by many. I need to stop being pissed at such simple notes; I need to stop becoming jaded. Just because I am already old doesn’t mean I’ve become wiser, or more mature for that matter.
Once again, this post is nothing more but just a rant. But to be honest, I felt much better right now. It’s been a while since I let out my thoughts through writing, no matter how horrible my writing skills are. Rant over
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