I want to write something. Something that can contribute to the body of knowledge of humanities. The problem, however, is I don't know what to write about. I just let my hand moves free and write something like this. Yes, I know! It's nonsense. And you don't have to say it again because I am thinking that when I'm writing this.
Now, okay. What's the time? And oh it's uhm. Let me check my clock... It's 22:11. Right, it's 22:11. What's the date? (Does it really matter?) Why not? It matters! Today is Dec 12, 2010. Is it okay now? (Whatever!) Can I start now? (What can I do?) Okay, that's good.
So, where should I start? Uhm.. from childhood? (No, it'll be an autobiography. Boring!) From the moment I discovered that I'm gay? (Come on, wake up! Every one knew it and you told it many times!) Yeah. I know, it's kinda cliché to me and I don't have to shout my sexuality, whatever it is. (Yeah, your parents might hear it! They don't know. Remember?) How about my love life? ( No one's gonna be interested with your love story. You're crazy.) Well yeah, I guess so. Nobody cares if I used to have 15 girlfriends and I take two of them at the same time but now I only have one ( and yeah!) I know, you know. Just shut up! But now I only have one (waaahhh!).... I... oh...only...ha...have...wa... one...boyfriend! Ok? Now I only have one boyfriend.
Since nobody is interested to know about my autobiography and love lofe, how about my acadamic life? Cool! (No. Boring!) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I forgot I'm not really that brilliant. I forgot that I'm a philosopher. It's just that my generation can't appreciate my thoughts because my thoughts are outside the box even if there is no box. Maybe the next generation will commend my thoughts. Well, I can't write this thing. I guess nobody's really interested in knowing about me. (Poor Troy!) Well, I think it's okay to write about my autobiography, love life and acads life since nobody really is reading my blog and no one dares to read it except for one person. (Really? There's someone following your blog? Who is he or she or it? What kind of lower class being is that?) He or she whatever you call him or her or it, It is safer to refer him or her as “it”. (Okay, it. Then who's it?) It's...me. It's me (I knew it, a lower class being!) It's me! I'm the only one reading my blog.
Nonsense, this whole thing is nonsense. I'm gonna tear this part and crumple this paper and burn it! No! My notebook will be destroyed! Then, what shall I do now? This is nonsense! I know I am! (It's better you accepted the reality.) Am I crazy? (Yeah, because you're talking to yourself.) Am I talking to myself too loud? (Talking, yeah.. Too loud? Maybe) I think I'm going crazy! (I think you already are) Don't say that, I'm not crazy! (Yes, you are crazy!)
Okay. Okay. I'm crazy! I'm crazy! Crazy in love! Crazy for for you! Crazy in love with you and I can't think a thing because I'm only thinking of you... Of you M-W-B-L! (You're hopeless)
Oh and since I wasn't able to write anything. I'll end this craziness. What time is it? (You better check it yourself.) Fine. The time is 22:34. Same date? (Obviously) Right, same date. I think I'm gonna sleep or I have to call him first (Who?) Him! (Who him?) M-W-B-L. (Whatever!) Yes, I have to make a call first as I promised. But he promised to send me a message first. So what will I do while waiting? (Krrrrrr... Poor Troy.) I guess I'm gonna write another nonsense thing. I hear the crickets and they're lovely. I don't know what to write and I'm not really thinking so I have to stop. (Thank God, you are enlightened by the Holy Light!) What time is it? (Does it really a big thing for you? Come on!) What's the time? (Well, it's now time to sleep, your mother might get mad at you) Juts tell me what time is it so that I can sleep now. (Okay fine) What time is it? (22:39 happy) Thanks and goodnight.
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