Saturday, March 03, 2007
I feel that talking cock and being childish at times are key to relieve yourself of stress. I guess that's an excuse for me talking cock nearly 24-7 but believe it or not, I don't talk so much cock when I am at home. I guess it is just a different atmosphere. I'm a man of few words at home. ha.. To some extent, I feel that it resulted in me talking cock so much when I'm with my friends. A suppressed individual at home? ha..
In any case, that wasn't what I set out to say today. Another possible reason for me talking cock so much is simply that I don't see the point in talking about other stuffs most of the time. Well.. I don't see the point in telling people my problems at a given pt in time. I mean what the hell is there for a fren to do to help me? Maybe he/she can 'share' my problems but ultimately I am walking down the path of life alone. The idea of sharing your problems is but an illusion. I am simply creating a share of my problem in my fren when I 'share'. Life does not revolve around the theory that nothing can be created or destroyed. When I tell somebody about my problems, I am in the process of creating an extra share of burden. The burden I'm carrying does not lighten from me telling anybody anything about it. Unless of course, that person is there to walk with me down the rest of the path. Then maybe there's a justification to share. If not, what can come of me telling anybody anything about my problems when nothing can be done to solve it anyway?
Demoralising isn't it? But now see it from another view. By the simple act of sharing, and your fren being there to listen, it is an assurance that you are not alone afterall. And probably by telling, your fren might be able to give some insights that may not directly help but may jolly well make u feel better.
Sounds like some talk on practicality ain't it? ha.. I guess it is pretty obvious which stand I'm more convince with ya? haha..
The Origin. 3/03/2007 06:30:00 pm