Socien's Blog

It never occurred to me that I even have favourite people I need to be around through thick and thin. For the past seven years, I have been avoiding people. I offloaded former friends and locked myself in loneliness.

By the way, I am not singing a praise song for me in the paragraph above. But I am just accepting that I am not a good person on this planet earth. No one is a good person by the way, if you were wondering.

I need people who do not think that I am lost when I explain to them what my vision is. My sister is such kind of a person who, even when I am lost in the depth of my shallow vision, brings ideas to add to mine so that nothingness becomes a path. For that, my sister earns more calls than my girlfriend. Calling her more than my girlfriend is respect. I think respect is like an income. To earn it you have to work for it.

Respect is like an income. To earn it you have to work for it.

Hi, reader! Do you know that the person who thinks that you should not be doing what you are doing is a coward? He is one if s/he truly lives to stop and discourage you from doing your thing. By your thing, I do not point to taking drugs but attempting to do, think and express what you love to do in any bid to change your life.

Such cowards will not be there to buy you groceries or pay your bills. They are to me people I have to keep far from my reach. Even when they help, their help ends up intentionally and unintentionally, sabotage (Pardon me! I am still writing an article on what I call sabotage help. I provide the link to the article yet). I don’t have to admire millions of dollars such people may have.

A poor person who finds sense in whatever I do, and who listens when I talk is pure gold to me. Even when they have nothing to offer or words to say, such people vibrate encouragement and energy into me. That energy powers my guts. I love to spend my remaining days on this conflict-doomed Planet with such people around me. I am ready to give them back that energy multiplied. I am ready to find sense in their stupid visions.

You see, I am the only person in this world who calls myself, “me”. I own the script. I direct it. Others have no choice but to call me  “you”, and that is okay with me. The point I am trying to make here is each one of us is One in Eight Billion of opportunities. Each one of us is unique.

Around me, I need people who respect that I am not going to be a doctor just because in my extended family there are two other doctors. I don’t need a million from anyone. I need that respect: People who find sense in my stupidity are cool around me. By stupidity, I do not mean robbing a bank and all that stuff that makes the Constabulary hate me. I mean those means that seem to have never heard before that I wish to take myself to the top through.

I am mentally disturbed if you closely investigate me. It took me seven years of trying to become a blogger. I refused to pick up any job opportunities, insisting that I am the biggest opportunity ever to be available to me. By my country’s standards, the family I come from is better off. For a long time chose to stay out of the family’s financial aid. Once, I ate from a garbage bin.

Sorry! I don’t have to tell and retell my story to you. But I just want to let you know that my favourites after all these seven years are people who are patiently waiting for the day I make it. People who find sense in my stupidity have faith in me. I cherish the moments I spend with them.