Inverse polarity of the mind

Everybody gets kicks by going in the wrong direction. Theoretically, we know the right thing to do, the right thing to say, yet we why are we going the other way?

What is Not OK to do now which is acceptable to other people? I cannot find the answer.
I think, at this day and age, it is possible to live life however possible. This is the scary part of the grey area. Ambition and existence has crossed all boundaries. Maybe we are doomed to existence.

We are the byproduct of confused selection, nearing inversion of lifestyle. I have lost sight of the line. The only line. Should duality in life be the only answer to living? Right/Wrong, Yes/No, instead of fuzzy logic grey area.

I think, we are at that state. The state where we are inverting all the polarities. We are crossing the line. This grey area would soon diminish. We are close to completion.

What happens when the sun sets in the east and rises in the west? Or when a mother becomes a slave to her child? See doomsday signs in Islam. What would happen if all the binaries in the digital world were inverted? Simple 0’s are now 1’s. And simple 1’s are now 0’s. See doomsday signs in IT.

Some people enjoy tattoos and body piercing. But cow branding just doesn’t cut it. We scathe ourselves with protractors to have childhood tattoos yet we avoid having BCG tattoos. Wonder whether male gay homosexuals enjoy doing an anal probe check at the doctor? Yes, no, yesssss, nooooo, don’t ask if guys French the girls they just gave a money shot on their faces with. Is going against the grain just as natural as going along it?

We are close to completion.

We are at the grey area now. Exclusions and exceptions of people please have your names here in the comments section and write your credit card details. In the end, reality is the only truth. Where truth is as fictional as the life we see fly by.

On Writing

Finally, I decided to somehow announce my blog, blog slevin, to some people. After having about 7 blogs, did I find myself the courage for people to read what I wrote. Its quite scary to have people just reading your thoughts. Its just not as subjective as visual or auditory arts. The idea of people just reading your thoughts, hopefully not hanging to every word. Hopefully, not putting it out of context. Hopefully this and hopefully that. Maybe, it does take a little courage, for people to stand on a pedestal and give a speech/talk, sing and play some innermost emotional songs for people to perform autopsy on it, for models/stewards(es) to run the catwalk for everyone to see. Never really saw the darker side of writing until blogging. Or until the decision to rant and express. Check my blog numero uno.

Its like nakedness on the metaphorical plane. Its like people knowing you, strangers getting acquainted with you. Its more like "all this while I thought this guy was like this, but after reading his stuff, he's is so different". Its funny but true. Cannot explain why there is a need for redemption or acknowledgement, more so from strangers.

Somehow, with writing, maybe there's an escape.

I guess this is something different for me. There is no harm taking a different route back home. And sometimes the journey is as important as the destination.

Nobody says we have to live life the same way everyday.