antidense

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

alone

Everyday there's a pain that won't go away.
A feeling of utter disconnection
swamps the feelings of the mind without sway
And nothing throws the cruelty of rejection.

Months of false hope can last only for so long:
The swing of the pendulum from resolve
to feelings of desperation in sad song.
There has to be a way out of these clouds.

Monday, September 26, 2005

could you for once

Could you for once break through that hide
and shed your false sweet face
To see the man aside
dreaming across the space?

He could show you the sky,
stars where you thought were none,
and tell tales without lie.
Isn't this worth a run?

No, it doesn't cross your mind,
and the chance wanes in the fog.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

sanity

Today I saw a stranger across the street, yelling utter nonsense in a language unfamiliar to me. He flung his hands around as if directing traffic as the rain drowned most of his words. Whatever he said was certainly lost on me; he might have been on some drugs or doing something he considered religious. He might have always been insane, or was just having a nervous breakdown. Maybe he was trying to tell us something...an inevitable truth that we keep supressing but will affect us greatly later.

He must be crazy, I thought, since he obviously could not supress his unusual behavior like everyone else. People are normal because they pretend to be normal. After all, if they can supress their strange impulses, than they must have enough control over themselves to do everything expected from them, so they could not be insane. But is this really the case? Maybe some people can just hide it better than others, and really don't have control. In that case, a perfectly-normal seeming person might not be so normal after all.

We all have quirks, and we do things that don't always make sense. I check the dryer after I take out the laundry to ensure I didn't leave any socks behind. It shouldn't have suprised me to see someone else do that yesterday, but it did. It seems pretty quirky to repress emotions that are "abnormal", eventhough everyone else has them anyway. That brings me to my final question: is it "stranger" to supress natural thoughts because society considers insane, or to express them because they are natural and society is insane?

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

when the helper needs help

People often turn to me for help, guidance and inspiration. I seem to always now what I'm doing, and that really inspires confidence. My accomplishments and success tend to confirm those ideas. I rarely, if ever, lose my composure, which most people find hard to do. People like to have someone around like that.

But I don't always have good days. When everyone needs me, where do I turn to for help? Most of the time, I could use someone to listen to, but no one really thinks they could help me, the person that they respect so much. When it comes to friendships, people assume that I'm too good for them. I'm just supposed to be this ideal person without the problems everyone else has. In a way, it's true. I've learned to take what I get, and try to help myself. It is certainly difficult, but I know no other way.