Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Everybody would have thought that being sane is much much better than being insane, at least most will have that thought, but I choose to differ. From my observation, living as an insane person is way much better than living as a sane person. Do you want to know the reason behind it? Here goes…
Living as an insane person is pretty much living in their own world. Okay, that doesn’t sound appropriate, right? Living in isolation? No, you have got me wrong, ladies and gentleman. My point here is an insane person has a carefree life, not caring what other people have to say about them. When my father commented that an insane guy who walked to and fro the same place for the past three years, my first thought is “Crazy guy does whatever crazy guys do”. On a second thought, I feel that he does not even bother what other talked about him. He is happy in his own world, and that is what matters most. Who say crazy people never have the time in their life? They have, just that they don’t tell, doesn’t mean that they don’t have any.
What is the good of staying sane all the time? I have to admit I am not completely truthful towards my feelings when I am sane. I hide whatever bad feelings that are bolted inside me, fixing my fake façade so that people will have a good impression on me. I am anxious about what others have to say about me, thinking more than twice what words should I uttered to the crowd just to get through in life by and by. Why are we big hypocrites? We are lying to ourselves. What are we proving to other people, that we have good personality? Does it prove anything?
What is the difference then, living as a sane and insane person. At least, an insane is true to his feelings. We are great liars, actors and actresses. There is no need to watch Hong Kong dramas and Korean dramas to learn how to act. We are qualified enough to become Hollywood’s biggest stars based on our daily performance, putting on make-up every day. A little eye shadow here to cover the dark circles of one’s eyes, a little blush to give me a glow on my plain, as white as sheet face, lip gloss is important to make my lips brighter, not to forget eyeliner, to make my eyes bigger, and most importantly the mascara…how can I forget that, that is my medicine to my disastrous face!
We never know how people’s life is until we step into their shoes, walk a few rounds in it. How different we sane people are from insane people?
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Have you ever feel that you don't belong to a certain group and all you want to do is to avoid as much as possible?