Call me crazy, but everyone's doing it

Insanity today when defined is only described from a legal point of view- a defence used when someone pleads to being guilty, but only because the accused was not of sound mind (clinically insane).  When speaking of being mad, it is spoken of in a colloquial sense nothing to really say, that you are behaving out of the ordinary. Society these days as in most days decides what the norm is . What seemed ‘mad’ years ago is today normal. No one these days is really mad unless they cause harm to themselves or to those around them.

But what I was contemplating these past few days was what about those of us who really are insane maybe not criminally but maybe functionally. You know the kind where you can be accepted in society because maybe you and one other person or even a group of people ‘understand’ you, they are even like you. Isn’t that what fetishes are, you find someone who is ’into’ the same stuff you are and then there is no turning back. I’m not saying it’s wrong to like what you like, stuff like being sadistic, liking fat chicks, by all means to each his own. But who can really tell us whether what we are doing is normal or not.

So should society not be so accepting of things that seemed impossible to even imagine years ago. Its like today there is no black or white, everywhere you look it’s a new shade of grey. Nobody is saying that we should be a generation of blind, close-minded people to which everything new is deemed unacceptable. Maybe we should at least try to consider the new fad we are following. We are so engrossed and influenced by entertainment that our minds don’t function we have stopped thinking for ourselves. We have become drones, I think that’s the new type of insanity for our days.

Music, movies, sit-coms and the likes have blurred all the lines of morality to such an extent that we have to be spoon-fed our opinions.  Sometimes when we convince people of our ‘ideals’ after the first few lines, we are stumped, how are we supposed to make any arguments when we don’t really know what we are talking about. 

We want fulfil our every whim when the only person on our minds is ourselves, morality is a far away concept, because of the boundaries set by the ‘moral police’, God forbid(excuse my French) we might lose our sense of self! We should just toss out all this religious, holies on their high horse nonsense and live in the now, where whatever insane crap you pull, is self-expression and even if there’s God watching what can He possibly do.

Unmoved

The fear of change is very real to most. We get used to the monotony, the comfort that seeps in and not prepare our minds for something that could shatter us. Life is funny that way we imagine a reality for ourselves get comfortable and think we will be untouched.

But every now and then something may not happen to us directly but to someone close to us.  Sometimes even things that happen to strangers force us to stop in our tracks and realise how finite all this is. And how pointless all our whims and fancies are. We are so lost in the rat race that we fail to see what we are crushing along the way. Bigger houses, bigger cars, more gold, not knowing what the consequence of not caring is.

I’m no saint I love me my luxuries. But often it slaps me in the face,the pointlessness of my wants, the nagging about my trivial woes and how unfair life is to me. I mean I know we are not contestants in a beauty pageant trying to win the judges question and answer round with our” We want world peace speech”. But we as a generation are so desensitised, many of us can watch a show about manual scavenging and still say no but the Dalits are not treated this way anymore they have a reservation of seats at most colleges and get through at marks less than half of what the toppers work so hard for. But what about the rest who still do the same jobs their ancestors did and the cast certificate that promises to safeguard their rights, that just may become a cause of more discrimination.

We live in a world of the ‘I’  we are constantly told of what our needs are and how we are to fulfil these so- called needs. We are so caught up in ourselves we forget to stop and look at the state of others around us, who are deprived of basic needs to fulfil our imagined ones.

If we know someone who has empathy for those around them, they immediately are made fun of. Its seems unheard of that someone can think of anything beyond themselves or those they care for. We would rather watch gore or movies that are really sexually charged than be affected by what happens to others. We are definitely a lost generation nothing else matters to us but our fancy gadgets and gratifying our other needs.

We live in our imagined reality of television, music, gadgets unmoved by the tragedy, of the reality of life.

Not over-rated yet

Love is talked about all the time- in songs, movies, drunk conversations even sober ones. We hurt, cry, break our backs trying to please that special someone. But like the song they just become somebody you used to know. And although we know better we begin wallowing in self pity and loneliness.

The general public’s PDA sickens you or worse still makes you want it. Im no sceptic I love love and all the mushiness associated with it. What I don’t get is getting attached to someone so much so that they are part of your every waking thought. They become the sun and you feel consoled being Pluto now just a dwarf planet. You become a shell of what you used to be or a faint shadow of what you could be. We tend to hold on to ideas of perfect love or what the relationship used to be.

Its hard to grow a pair and just pull off that band-aid. You listen to all those well wishing friends telling you, you deserve better hell you yourself know you deserve better. But you are still nail-deep in that blood sucker of a relationship. Why are we such sadists the pain is so satisfying, we may not recognise the person in the mirror, but all that’s fine, cause I have someone to call my own.

We look for people to break us down sometimes we become the breakers. No matter what it takes we live with the toxins all so we won’t be ‘single’. My goodness what an embarrassment, is she a lesbian, maybe she is a bitch. Suppose it’s a choice dumbass suppose I’m happy being in love with myself. I don’t want to lose sight of who I am. We start questioning ourselves, am I too clingy, am I too pushy, am I too fat, am I good in bed, most times the answer to all or some of these is yes or you just become all these things to him. But so what, big deal I am all these things cause this is who I am you can’t deal with it then by all means don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

Don’t get me wrong I have been in love and I still am. The thing is if you have been in a relationship it can take little or no time to turn bitter and those fond feelings and memories compel you to constantly be in a state of denial. Every demeaning line spoken is ignored, things he loved about you all this time, is now do something about he doesn’t like, or this is what my friends say about you and its so embarrassing. And sweetheart if the person you are with, becomes this sudden perfectionist, pack up and leave if there is no contract signed, run.

The next boy is out there if not, the ‘you’ of your dreams is waiting to be everything she can possibly be to you. Do things you did not have time for before, cause ‘he’ ate away all those hours, catch up on your reading, start a new hobby better yet start a blog to write about it.