Over the years I have become this sponge that has absorbed so much of other people's ridiculous behavior that I no longer can deal with anymore. Which is not to say it has been a completely futile exercise, but a sponge sometime or the other must release what it has absorbed. That is its purpose.
But the experiences I now create must be my own. The though of replicating what I have seen in others is depressing and quite pointless. I cannot be one of those people who fit themselves into a mould: I do what I'm doing because I love it. Hell no, you don't! You're doing it for the money and you bloody well know it.
Which is why I find myself such a misfit. Which is why I need to get out.
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What is it like to have nothing? What is it like to be no one? In a time when everybody wants to be somebody and have it all, this is the question I ask. You never really know until you hit rock bottom. And there I think comes the greatest learning of who you really are. Which is something the rest of us couldn't be bothered with because we have quite happily let others decide that for us.
Sad, but true.
But the experiences I now create must be my own. The though of replicating what I have seen in others is depressing and quite pointless. I cannot be one of those people who fit themselves into a mould: I do what I'm doing because I love it. Hell no, you don't! You're doing it for the money and you bloody well know it.
Which is why I find myself such a misfit. Which is why I need to get out.
***
What is it like to have nothing? What is it like to be no one? In a time when everybody wants to be somebody and have it all, this is the question I ask. You never really know until you hit rock bottom. And there I think comes the greatest learning of who you really are. Which is something the rest of us couldn't be bothered with because we have quite happily let others decide that for us.
Sad, but true.
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