(wowww it has been a while, hasn’t it? I apologise. I’m horrific under a workload. I often convince myself I have an XXL one as well ugh xD)
(on a more post content-related note; open your eyes because you’re almost always gonna find an anti-hero everyman, almost everywhere. always. everywhere. almost.)
Oh blind-side plus,
Won’t call someone outright “beautiful” or “intelligent”,
But you still know how to treat us.
Oh boy never-next-door,
You’ll say we’re “not-dumb” and “not-ugly”,
No wonder everyone thinks of you an extra bore,
But they never got to know you more.
Oh classroom anti-hero,
Not even you know
That you’re the quotidian key-role,
The bridge between the feel-good that grows
To make us feel-great, us undeserving minnows.
Exploited blind-side plus,
Angelic boy never-next-door,
My purposeful pulse,
Oh classroom anti-hero.
(been on my mind for a couple of hours, this has)
(again with us humans being funny-weird xD)
Now this actually came to me as I sat in a library with some English Literature assignments sprawling before me. Well no, it had nothing to do with the literature though xD
Atleast not this one 😉
Well my untamable thoughts spread to Death (no don’t worry, I’m neither nihilist nor suicidal 🙂 )in one direction and to the undeniably catchy song, ‘The Sound’ by The 1975 which has this one line;
There’s so much skin to see, A simple Epicurean philosophy
And this is aallllll about transient pleasure and sex kay
Okay? Yeah so it got me thinking like wait a minute but the Epicurean perspectives on not fearing death definitely don’t comply with the terribly common understanding that anything ‘Epicurean’ advocates sex and hedonism.
Truth is; Epicurus never really vouched for these, atleast not explicitly. As a philosopher, his ideologies lie in happiness, life and contentment.
Now that’s quite a bit of a misconstrual.
(Well do expect more on the art of misconstrual 🙂 Definitely gonna revisit this in serious detail sometime it’s quite banter really xD)
(Oh My Gosh I don’t know what this is ._.” Bear with me xD I am trying to write regularly though so I may come up with some absolute BS often soz)
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
(At this point I’d like to add how you shall very appreciably witness an inglorious event; I’m ranting about ranting. charming.)
I’m cringing so much right now. (How much am I going to disgust myself this month; that’s such a commonplace, small-talk thing to say oh gosh)
Yeah um I’ll just persevere to complete this post without succumbing to include any of those ^ anymore. *sharp, determined exhale*
Okay so nearly every blog out there (Okay fine, not every but a heck of a lot) is
predominantly a rant database; a microphone for distress.
Blogging Norm, it hath become.
And every single time someone complains or anything
similar these days, what ensues does not do without a mention of the word, “rant“.
Right so um
Basically; it bothers me. I just inherently don’t take to the word ‘rant’ all that much.
I find myself repeating this maxim of mine increasingly wearisome, but I will continue to if the situation calls for it *sigh*:
Every word and every phrase, has its purpose, has its place.
*groans* Ohh-ah this post has been an absolutely unnecessary and an all-too-badly justified rant about rants.
Revolting. Absolutely Revolting.