tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27581621485278252622023-11-15T08:16:46.696-08:00Grrr..I don't knowSilly Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147270420933310230noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758162148527825262.post-78886210745569881682012-11-25T20:11:00.002-08:002014-02-17T21:17:02.329-08:00The ♂ Community!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In a form of social organization in which Man is the supreme authority in the
family and descendants are strictly reckoned in the male lines alone, hailing
from places where men always had the authority over women and children of the
family, you can’t expect any better than a right-winger to be countering on your
arguments of girls taking to modernism. By modernism one need not necessarily
mean taking to western-ways in maintaining a lifestyle and personality; but it
could precisely be just about being themselves in spewing out profanities when
they are angered or roused. I have always been sassy, slightly irreverent and
fearless in making fun of everyone, even if it means in a little harsher way,
including myself. Of course, that doesn’t make me a loathsome deriding pervert
of the worst order, not even close!<br />
And this is not necessarily because I am
actively keeping my radars on to display my witticism to the general public, but
it’s also a way of identifying myself in a big crowd or something like a Unique
Selling Point that I have to relate to the “real me”.<br />
Now, after having lived
for quite sometime in this backdrop, a strange melodramatic question pops inside
my head…. “Am I tired of this compulsive audacity?”<br />
Of course, with all my
consciousness including all those last-minute-ditch-efforts<br />
Well, No way… not
at all, I would rather say pretty loud, sound and clear that,<br />
"I never seek
confrontation on my own, but when it comes I won't shy away from
it."<br />
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Honestly speaking, in some way or the other, most of us don’t
welcome confrontation with a happy face. And I am no God here, nor do I beg to
differ! :-)<br />
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This could probably be one of the reasons I creep under my
sheets and start jabbing away endlessly at my keyboard. Or do I?<br />
<br />
Although
writing is therapeutic for me, I am most of the times so very boorish with the
columns on my blog, I do feel that it’s an act of amplifying my voice to an
extent of exclusiveness of its own kind.<br />
<br />
I really don’t care about my
target audience here. I don’t even want to be heard.<br />
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All I want is the
right to express, if I may say so – Just so you know – Mr.Bugger!
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I don't remember anyone suggesting profanities are purely
gender specific in some strange, psychotically uncomprehending manner to be uttered
& muttered only in the mouths of the </div>
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MALE COMMUNITY!!!.........</div>
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Silly Sallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13147270420933310230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2758162148527825262.post-88525336257710047452012-11-25T19:56:00.002-08:002013-02-20T12:55:42.080-08:00Reason?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is nothing unusual about this feeling, at least that's how it's been for a while now.<br />
Some may want to refer it with apt terminologies or jargons stating the reality in a matter-of-factly manner. Whatever suits you Boss! I don't care. I am not even bothered. <br />
Because, I am not interested in knowing or probing your perception about me. <br />
And that is simply because I am sick, very very so - Mentally, and thoroughly through to the last droplet of my sweat - Physically too.<br />
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It was easier for what guy in Alchemist to stride across the desert in search of his life and it's purpose.<br />
Well, he had a direction or an instruction to go that way. But with me.... I am done complaining.<br />
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I simply don't know these days.......for many many things the answer seems to be reflecting and bouncing the same three words all times of the day.<br />
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I DON'T KNOW......<br />
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Should I be ashamed of myself for being 30 something and saying that?<br />
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Really?<br />
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Is it that shameful to be exhausted at this age?<br />
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What gets me? What drains me? What beholds me? What is eating me? <br />
So many that care about me ask these questions but I never could clarify their doubts....not in this life......<br />
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Once again I don't know!<br />
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