they tell you...
[apr 17 2005, 22:51]
they tell you that you're every parents in law's dream. but that doesn't really count for the really important part of the in-law-thing.
they tell you that you're so well educated, so polite. but in reality, nobody really cares for that.
they tell you that you're such a nice guy, that they can't believe that you don't... and you want to jump in their face for not realizing what the world really is like, what people really are like and why the thing outside your window considerably differs from the thing in their heads. you want to tell them that their (and your) old-fashioned ideas about good and bad, about fair and foul, are no longer up to date, as fair appears foul and foul is an important part of fair these days. you want to tell them that the dream they built for themselves, the dream that you oh so perfectly fit in, does not exist because it cannot stand the pressure and the stench and the horrible unreality of reality and because it crumbles to dust at the least glimpse of what the 'real world' really is like. you want to tell them that their ideas are nice, that you'd like them to be more than true, not only for their mental well-being but also for yours because if at least a tiny fragment of what they (and you) believe in has the least thing to do with the truth, then there's hope, then not everything is lost to the blackness and the darkness and the pain.
but you just sit there, sip your tea and nod at ye olde times.
and it stays that way.
charon
they tell you that you're so well educated, so polite. but in reality, nobody really cares for that.
they tell you that you're such a nice guy, that they can't believe that you don't... and you want to jump in their face for not realizing what the world really is like, what people really are like and why the thing outside your window considerably differs from the thing in their heads. you want to tell them that their (and your) old-fashioned ideas about good and bad, about fair and foul, are no longer up to date, as fair appears foul and foul is an important part of fair these days. you want to tell them that the dream they built for themselves, the dream that you oh so perfectly fit in, does not exist because it cannot stand the pressure and the stench and the horrible unreality of reality and because it crumbles to dust at the least glimpse of what the 'real world' really is like. you want to tell them that their ideas are nice, that you'd like them to be more than true, not only for their mental well-being but also for yours because if at least a tiny fragment of what they (and you) believe in has the least thing to do with the truth, then there's hope, then not everything is lost to the blackness and the darkness and the pain.
but you just sit there, sip your tea and nod at ye olde times.
and it stays that way.
charon