I know that, for me, to get along in modern society, I need to trend myself. I been taught that I need to deliver the "punch", and it should be strong, as it should be quick and precisive. But for some reason, I chose to be a man that can not be described by a, somewhat maybe, clever game of words, followed by a strong air-horn noise, that turns to confetti, clapping and laughter. I don't see myself as a sitcom joke. Neither I want to be friends with people that do.
It hurts to type these words, it really does. And it hurts even more, that most likely, no-one will probably read this to the end. But it hurts the most, that I know no-one to even listen to these words.
Everybody is running around, busy summarizing their lives to short and "meaningful" phrases. Summarizing themselves, into small verbal pills. And when they see that the content is too large to be shrunk this small, they invent a pill most suited for their taste, and try to live up to that, by emptying and decreasing their own value.
Those who are not smart enough to make-up a pill of their own, will borrow it from media given sources. Sources like "Reality TV", like Sitcoms, like a Hollywoodian anti-hero protagonist character.
Is that what one wants these days? To have the complexity and sophistication, of a man/woman special built to channel it's full moral and intellectual value in the shortest screen time possible? That doesn't feel right to me.
I want to communicate with people who could unveil more and more of themselves, with every passing day, and still it won't be enough. People who change and adopt to the world, as it changes and morphs around them.
I'm being, always, told that I objectify people. Why shouldn't I? Or even: Should I attach properties a man doesn't have to that man himself, only in sheer hope and belief he does? Hopes, beliefs, expectations... I go for those who aspire not to be contained by short phrases and jokes. I look for those who cannot be contained at all.
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