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A fellow friend, wrote something about the hierarchy involved in getting declined to the bottom, based on his nostalgic blast from the past. You may read it here. So anyways, as I was reading it, I realized it made a plethora of sense. Tis’ rather sad how the brain refuses to register the small things that occurs around us.

Long story short, here’s the gist of his work…

It speaks of the story of a mother, who was, at one point the most prominent figure in her son’s life, eventually is demoted to the lowest level. It states how it first started with the teacher taking over, and eventually ends with how the girlfriend overtly expresses her prowess. It’s a good read, that I’d suggest anyone with a bit of time to go ahead and read.

The irony of the situation is how our good friend relates this situation to how he’d been replaced, much akin to an aging pair of sneakers. While it may be borderline over exaggeration, it does make sense. Our sensitive friend continues to state how he will continue waiting for the person to recognize of his entity again. What I like best is how he says, paraphrased of course, ‘ How it’s better to have some relevance in a person’s life than none at all’.

More power to you King! I hope you get promoted to the 3rd rung or so!

Cheers, from the depth of the 10th rung,

HypoG

The past few days has been annoying, to say the least. Partly cause I’m gay and I’ve not had some ass action and partly because of the people around me. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who say things like the following :

‘I know you better than you know yourself’

‘I know when something’s wrong, I know you’

How much really, does one person know anyone else beyond themselves? If discovering yourself was a life-long arduous journey, how is it that the people around you think they know you best? I reckon it would be one of the ways to reassure oneself that they’re important and that they have a purpose, or to the least that they mean something, anything, to the other person. It’s not an admirable quality, and the inane shenanigans that comes together with it, isn’t worth a chuckle.

The worst of such traits reveal themselves when they bring utmost dire consequences. It’s like plastic surgery, once you’re in, you’re addicted to go under the knife. It’s stupid to the sane, completely abhorrible to the Pope, however, nothing but normal towards the patient. Such behaviour is well known to even break the best of friendships.

“But HypoG, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Nothing, in actuality, perhaps one should dismiss any and all inane ramblings of the gabby cranial nerve, but alas, such is not the case. He strikes with such swift vengeance, while the fiery radiance of the iron still strikes hot.

“But HypoG, what the fuck are you talking about? ”

I’ll tell you, case in point, why must everyone think that they know best and make decisions that affect others more so than, if at all, it affects themselves. This is not a commercial where mother knows best, no, it’s merely life, and in life, trust me, YOU are always wrong. It’s not the first time, nor the second and God save me, it won’t be the last.

My momma once told me, :

“
Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”

If only more people thought for a second before opening their trash can, this world would be a better place. Misunderstandings avoided, fights evaded, and bonds, remain unbroken. You may question, what good is friendship in the first place when all it takes is for some snake-tongued witch to say a couple of words to destroy it, Mata Hari anyone? Words are simply not words, they are perspectives. They hurt, they comfort, they heal, they wound, they destroy, they forge, it’s a simple truth.

I hate being verbose, but sometimes, it’s best to vent, trust me I’m not done yet.

People should start thinking, myself included. For fuck’s sake, please stop commenting on things you’re not well knowledged on, no, cancel that, stop fucking commenting on anything at all, if it has nothing to do with you. This shit is tiring, and it’s a daily affair.

Conclusion : The world was a lovely place, but then I had to deal with people.

I digress, the world is pretty in pink.

The annoyed,

-HypoGXII