“I’m not like you and I don’t want your advice
Or your praise or to move in the ways you do
And I never will.”
We are the battered children of humanity, sent to their rooms since we barely learned to speak.
They sent Socrates to death, they’re shaming you every time you open your mouth and dare to make people get out of their comfort zones.
It came to me tonight without the slightest urge of victimization. It came as a relief. We are the pariahs, we who humbly call each other philosophers, who humbly operate with distinctions while people are fighting over distinct issues without even noticing it.
Getting out of one’s comfort zone doesn’t imply reading a motivational book about it or posting a “keep calm and get out of your comfort zone” picture on your Wall.
I am studying for what is probably the hardest test of my life and I feel that very few people respect that.
I ran into a quote on Facebook today : It’s like I was so close to failing but then I won. It felt like losing.
Whenever I decide to engage in an activity that requires determination, strength and a considerable amount of effort people around me feel the need to let me know it is not worthwhile. They start talking about how US is not such a great country after all and how I am going to be as unhappy as I am here. You’re not aloud to talk about success around here.
Even your friends make you feel like failing is the natural consequence of every action and that the only thing you can wish for is to remain in the same sick, stale, filthy you-do-not-deserve-something-better position. Some of them do not even bother reading your ramblings.
Yesterday I relived the tragedy of people using “us” as an excuse for taking credit for other people’s work. Irresponsible and perverse creatures end up hurting everybody while they are feeling sorry for themselves.
What keeps people apart is the lack of mutual respect.
Every time you push an “us” in front of somebody you actually destroy any genuine possibility of the two of you becoming an “us”.
While I am preparing to strengthen and continue this hate-rage speech I hear this ring in my ear and somebody sends me a link with Boston Street Style.
I respect that. I respect the fact that a so-called-stranger figured out a crucial part of what matters to me.
I am going to shut up now and browse through my possible future life in Boston.
And she made my night.
P.S : more about the Puma event will come soon + pictures of the T-shirt I made ( a wonderful American flag Lana Del Rey one)
*the T-shirt above is not painted by me, but I do not know who the author is. If you happen to have this information,please let me know.
pictures made by Matilda Marin, except the one above