Paraskevidekatriaphobia
We stepped on the wrong pedestal from the beginning. The first step was always shaky but nothing could prevent the movement. My options were to prevail on volcanic earth shattering grounds or passively enjoy the blue skies above the quicksand. I tend to avoid tedious follow through while my risk management policy is almost ideological to Adam Air’s safety features. Frederich Nietzsche has officially been appointed as my favorite person to quote. Next cognitive burnout will be awarded to Thus Spoke Zarasuthra and not to Tajfel and Turner’s social identity theory. Guess what. We Indonesians (read: Easterners) tend to interact and blend freely with our in-group members whereas at the same time we project high levels of distrust towards out-group members. Another sophisticated way to intellectually underline our stronger source of alliance, primordialism and ethnocentrism.
Cynicism lately has been the ultimate projection weapon. It’s sharper than a sphere but has the handier attributes of a gun. There are feminist components and passive-aggressive compounds to the usage of the approach. I’ll waiver the right to be correct this time and day. The old era buffer clicks are entangled in their own self-conflicting changes. The tough macho pride honor also constricts one another to concede initial involvement, thus rather miserably watch the tube and surf the webs. I’m inconsistently blaming the technology era while soberly discerning that this is more of an overzealous attempt to accept abrupt change. On the other hand, transitions never do go as they are planned. No wonder I’m finding armchairs, rocking chairs, designer chairs and aeron chairs. The last one mentioned is the designated spot to lie down. But my logic is too messed up to actually contribute to the decision making process. I’ll just stand up and trust my impulses to make rational judgment.
The sacred vows are stay home during this weekend and finish the final academic requirement. Will power factors are on the line. Perseverance is the main motor of this scheme. Self-control serves as the guiding foundation. However, it all comes to internal integrity. A promise you can only make to yourself without pressures from outside. Let’s see how courageous a man is to obey his own principle. Over and out, captain.
P.S.: The telephone bills have gone through the roof. It’s time to pinpoint on closure. Real continuing closure. So help me God.

2 Comments:
I just love the tittle!
it really suits the content of your post. metaphorically and literally.
but maybe you should add the little spooky atmosphere there..
i don't believe in superstition. ok, little bit. i prefer atarexia anyday of the night anyway.
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