October 30th, 2009.

Today has been a really eventful day. I’m just going to make, like a list.

~ Woke up with a nightmare, details in post below, felt like I was going to have the crappiest day ever, but actually ended up waking early for a change and getting to class on time.

~ Got to class to realize I had done the homework wrong, so I ran to the computer lab, actually re-did the homework (wrote an entire paragraph for my short story in 5 minutes,) made five copies, ran back to class and shared with my writing group.

~ Met up Tyler and Mike, two really kickass people, and we decided we were going to get baked.

~ After class, Tyler goes home, I get Cake with Mike and Billy. Cake is awesome, by the way.

~ Tyler comes back, we go to Mike’s place, and get baked like a cake. Seriously, buzzed out of our skulls. Actually got to see what Purple Haze is about. And yes, it deserves to be talked with great regard. Purple Haze is THE best.

~ Shot an hour worth of short film (which I now realize didn’t actually get saved =[) but got lots of ideas for short films, and found out Mike’s good friend Pat is a film major and has a lot of good movie making equipment. So let’s see where that goes. Also had really deep conversations.

~ Decided to head back to CCP, and Tyler dropped me off for the Anime meeting.

~ As I was going to take the elevator up, I run into Dan and Luiggi, two really cool people. We decide to grab a pizza, and Luiggi tells me all about his recent heartbreak. So does Dan, and I can’t help but see how similar my story is. And the nightmare comes back into perspective.

~ Then we head back to the meeting, and meet up with BIlly ,where intense LAN Left 4 Dead party takes place.

~ End up watching some very disturbing Anime.

~ Decide to go home, but run into this really cool dude named Hannibal first. Yes, that’s his real middle name. He doesn’t like being called his first name. He is shit tall, has an afro, can actually eat up a horse, and scares me sometimes.

~ Find out 2 people actually broke up right in front of me, at the Anime club meeting. One couple actually engaged.

I dropped a quarter, 25 cents, under the vending machine, and he ducked down to find it. He actually ended up finding a nickel and two dimes, which total up to 25 cents, but not the actual quarter itself. Funny.

So, Hannibal almost got into a fight with the Dude, from the couple that was(?) engaged. And a knife actually came out, along with words like, “Oh, I’ll cut you up motherfucker, you think you know me?” and “What the fuck you staring it? You wanna go, HUH?”

So I stayed behind after the meeting, partially to see if a fight actually does erupt, and if it does, to jump in and try stopping it. Probably wouldn’t have worked, but it’s the thought that counts right? Yeah.

So I end up realizing, wow, life is just sad for everyone.

Oh, and tomorrow it’s officially Halloween, so have a party to attend. Don’t really know which one, let’s see.

Aah, that’s about it. I’ve realized how wonderful life is.

Last semester in college, I practically knew no one.

Now there’s probably no one I don’t know. Almost, anyway.

I know a shitload of people, that’s basically what I’m trying to say.

And I love it, I’m the people’s person. Also, I made it happen, so yay in my head.

Here’s to being awesome. =] Kanpaii!

Nightmares.

What’s worst than experiencing heartbreak?

It’s still experiencing it in nightmares.

Even after all these years.

And then having to wake up and getting out of bed.

It’s like reliving the moment. Or death, actually.

How can you live if you constantly mourn your heart?

Fire.

Hate is such a beautiful thing.

It’s fear that gives men wings.

And fear and hate walk side by side.

Like the Dioscuri.

Like the Grimm Reaper and the Devil.

And yet, hate is such a beautiful thing.

Anger is another beautiful thing, closely related to Hate.

When I think Anger right now, the picture that flows in my head is:

This fire, that’s flowing through a tube or a tunnel, similar to water. Beautiful texture of Golden, Brown and Orange. Just flowing together, warming the walls of the tunnel it’s enclosed in. And continuously flowing, beautifully.

Layers and layers of golden brown and orange, flowing over each other, and together with complete harmony. Poetry in motion.

Willing to destroy whatever comes in it’s path, and having the ability to reduce to ashes, in the blink of an eye.

Completely eradicate.

Remove from existence.

Reduce to nothingness. Intangibleness. Until only the memory remains.

And that too, fades away. Time is cruel that way.

But funny thing with hate and anger. Just like you can never forgive, you can never forget. It’s going to be there forever.

The marks of fire against a cave wall. Or the tunnel that held it. Even after the fire is long gone.

IF you can find a way to make the fire go away.

Dilemma.

I have made everything happen.

But there’s still this void.

I’ve experienced life closer than most people get to.

But there’s still this void.

I’ve grabbed and achieved everything I wanted.

But there’s still this void.

Maybe it’s because I don’t know what to want anymore.

And maybe it’ll always be here.

Maybe it’s a good thing.

But having everything is depressing me.

It’s like having everything, but still missing something.

Still wanting more, but not knowing what it is.

Far Away.

Far away.

Flowing like a river, with colors that don’t fade.

Cold that feels good against your face,

not too shallow, nor sharp as razor blades.

Like souls, yours and mine, flowing at the same pace.

Through my fingers, through intangible space.

Through galaxies, and more,

like fairy tales and folklore.

Like God, and every other solution

name it infatuation, probably just another illusion.

Like or your lover’s warm stare.

like not being here tomorrow,

like not caring, if she’s not there.

Like being one with the wind, and flying on the ground.

Wanting to be lost, just so you could be found.

Like crying for no reason, for more things heard than were said

and the tears flowing down your cheeks, letting you know you’re not yet dead.

Looking for all eternity, and knowing there are more - just destined to come

Holding down to your dreams, because you waiting for the ears that would listen to you hum

And sing and shout, and be one with the wind

Because the wind is what you most relate to

And you fly, to get to heaven, you try

but to die to get to heaven, you want to really hate too.

Like the breathe you take, inside your lover’s mouth

when time stands still, and nothing else can ever matter

when you experience heaven for the first time ever

and realize living or dying, can’t possibly ever matter.

Not again at least, you’ve experienced it a little

so hold on, or carelessly let go

and deny you were ever there

push a rock into the rivers that flow.

Close off your minds, embrace your Gods

and tell yourself love is a lie

but ask yourself and try being honest

would you rather live, or die?

Far Away.

Nothing but everything.

Danish989 is a…

Depressed.

Self sabotaging.

Egotistic.

Sexist.

Mask Wearing.

Arrogant.

Ignorant.

Two Faced.

Double Minded.

Political.

Narcissistic.

… Stoner - Writer.

Recently as I was waiting on a dream,

She came to visit lost and lonely me.

Oh, she leaned over the bed and with her lips above my head,

She asked if I had seen her Johnny.

Oh, and I hide my disappointment.

Because for years I had been hoping, that when she came she’d be coming just for me.

What the sky should be.

I look at the sky, and I see more than just clouds, or a never-ending color (or pattern, depending on the time.)

I see worlds yet to be explored.

And dreams yet to be seen.

Or dreams seen, but yet to be experienced.

I see so much more that we could be focusing on, but pity that we don’t even glance at the sky anymore.

A pity, that we’re so consumed by little nothingness.

Instead of vast everything.

Everything we can’t even start to contemplate.

Everything that the human mind can’t even process.

Kind of like the feeling you’d get if you were told an eighth color exists, and were asked to imagine what it looks like.

What would an eighth color look like?

It’s a pity some people go one without ever asking that question, specially to themselves.

A pity that a child might, but a grown up won’t ever, because it’s outlandish.

It’s outlandish, because humans don’t really like thinking, do we?

It’s not all that odd though. See, a child’s mind is still open to possibilities.

But the more the human mind tends to grow, dare I say it, the more it’s doing the opposite.

For our generation, anyway. We’re enclosing ourselves into little nothingness.

When I look at the sky, I get a feeling of what I’m looking for.

Even though I don’t know what it is. It’s the thing I’ve been searching for, for years now. And probably will, for the years to come.

Maybe I’ll find it one day.

But if I don’t, at least I’ll be happy knowing that I tried.

Have you?

Repeat after me.

“I also want a new laptop. A Sony Vaio. Yes, I've made up my mind. The Vaio because not only is it pretty, but they have good battery life now, finally. And also because they are performing much better than they used to.
I also want a Sony Cybershot. Hey, I need to capture moments in time, and save them somewhere. It's this new thing I'm going to try out. Should be fun, I love pictures and taking them.”

I wrote that a month or two ago.

It’s funny. I do get everything I want.

I can’t think of anything I’ve wanted in the last few years that I haven’t gotten.

Not just materialistic things, no.

Everything. Everything I could possibly want, put my fingers on, put my mind to, desire in my head.

Everything.

There is nothing, that I want from life right now.

But that isn’t new, I’ve felt this way for a long time. I don’t want things, I get them.

All of it. Everything.

There is nothing, that I could wish for and not get. Because that’s just how it works, I’ve figured out.

I want, I get. I need, then I don’t need anymore, because I have.

Everything. EVERYTHING. Nothing is out of reach. Nothing is impossible.

And do you know how you can get everything? If you repeat after me.

But it’s not easy, it’s something I’ve had to master. And I have.

I’m writing my own life story, I don’t believe in luck, fate, or destiny. I am creating my own world.

I am writing my own destiny.

I have everything I need. I am Danish Arif.

And nothing and no one, can or will ever come close. It’s probably the only thing impossible.

Life is my playground, and I’m pawning everyone and everything in sight. All of it.

The only thing that stops me from achieving anything, is the time before I realize I want it.

Did that make any sense? Hope it did.

Repeat after me.

There’s nothing, no one can stop me from getting.

If you want the same things as me, then you might as well start looking elsewhere.

There’s no competition I haven’t beat.

I don’t remember defeat.

But then again, Danish989 doesn’t exist.

I’m a figment of your imagination, I’m not real.

I am fairy tale. Because I’m perfect.

I’m like Superman. Only, Superman is fiction.

The things I don’t have, are the things I don’t want.

Repeat after me.

I am greatness.

Repeat after me, and keep going on loop.

Impossible is a myth.

An illusion to make things convenient for ourselves.

Repeat after me.

Phillies Beat The Dodgers 10 – 4 – Oct 21-22, 2009

The Phillies have officially beat the Dodgers and are now making way to the World Series.

That’s right, The Phillies, representing PHILADELPHIA have beat the Dodgers, representing LOS ANGELES.

That too, with a score of 10 – 4. The Phillies had 10 home runs.

So yeah, pretty much a big deal.

Car horns are going to keep me up all night, as people outside bars everywhere come out to celebrate and wave their Phillies t-shirts in the air.

Beating the LA Dodgers. I can’t say that enough times. The LA Dodgers. Could not dodge the Phillies. YES, I’m being Corny, but IN YOUR FACES, LA DODGERS.

Poor fellas couldn’t make it to the World Series.

Now, imagine the Phillies against the Yankees for the finals. And then the Phillies winning again.

After they beat the LA Dodgers, of course.

Philly has beat LA. Should not forget that.

Oh, God.

And I don’t actually mind a few religious people, and I’m not exactly an atheist either.

ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*no
*not australai
*man its really good here
*i have never been discriminated agaiinst once
*even when i got jamat
*and like in full jubaz
*and stuff
Narcissus says:
*no way
*its not bad here either
*ppl just talk shit for no reason then
*even though im no devote muslim any more
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*lolz!
*u jahananmi
*dont u pray
*ans stuff
Narcissus says:
*lol
*not rly
*dont remember the last time i did
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*man u gonna burn like a  caol in hell i tell ya
*lolz!
Narcissus says:
*lol
*jesus christ man
*im just tryna find god for myself
*you knw?
*i think religion was man made
*and if theres a God I think we gotta look for him for ourselves
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*nigga u serious going of track
*is all i can say
*lolz!
*dats sucha jewish way of seeing things
*oh well all i can say is faith is followed blindly thats why tis called faitha dn not science
*but then agian
Narcissus says:
*exactly
*and i cant do blind faith
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*lolz!
*i guess so
*maybe u should go for like
*an umra
*or somthign then u might see a diffrence
*or go for a juma
*somtime
Narcissus says:
*maybe i'll give it a shot
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*when was the last time u prayed jumua
Narcissus says:
*lol
*don't rly remember
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*go pray this friday
*and see how it goes
*but dont got ot eh places where it turns the living shit outta u
Narcissus says:
*lol
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*go toa nice mosue
*not some shack musallah
*lolz!
Narcissus says:
*lol
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*man thsoe niggers speak like
*crap straight outta tehre ass
*i swear
Narcissus says:
*lol
*I know what you're saying
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*you'll be sitting there and you'll be like
*that aint riht
Narcissus says:
*llol
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*buat u cant tdo shit
*so u jsut sit ans listen
*and keep quiet
*lozl!
*brb
*gotta pray asr
Narcissus says:
*arite man
*lol, cya in a bit
ANIM`Eв„ў says:
*lolz!
Narcissus says:
*pray for me if you can or whatever
*i could use all the help I get =p

 

^^ That was one of my many brothers, that I spent most of my childhood with, and am now getting to know him again. See, he’s in Australia, and I’m in the US, we spent most of our schooling years together, before his family moved to Australia.

And would you believe this conversation started with Marijuana?

Believe.

Running around.

You run around your whole life looking for something, and when it smacks you straight in the face, you don't know what to do with it. So you just run away from it, and then regret it when you're done running.

But then there are things you really, really want, because you think you do. But suddenly, all doors seem closed. And you’re shocked, because well – this is you. And you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever put your fingers on.

And you’re accustomed to getting things.

Even if it’s just been for throwing them away, recently. But it’s about the journey and not the destination, right?

What is there in the destination, anyway. Life is too short, and too worthless, to bother with anything much anyway.

What is the point, then?

Even if we end up running around our whole lives, looking for the point of life, will we really know what to do with it when it smacks us right in the face?

And what if it never does, and we never find out, never know?

Life is overrated.

Love is overrated.

Human Companionship is overrated.

Human Beings, are overrated.

Everyone and everything overrated.

And therefore, protecting my lungs from Tar and other 400 chemicals in cigarettes, is over rated.

And therefore, I’m just going to smoke till I cough my lungs out.

Why not?

Happiness is a myth.

World peace is a myth.

The belief that everyone is out to do good in the world, or the belief that ANYONE is out to do good in the world.

God is a myth.

Love is a myth.

Karma is a myth.

All illusions we’ve created for ourselves – to make everything much more convenient.

Fiction.

All of it.

Every human standard, every moral value.

Ignorance is bliss.

Myth. Fiction.

Lies that saved your soul.

And keep your heart glued together.

The difference between humans and animals is a minor one. That while animals can’t do much about what they are, humans can actually choose.

But we don’t.

Life is spinning the bottle and watching where it stops. And then taking it from there.

Life is a game of cards.

Life is, a bag of sharp pointy tacks. All scattered on the floor. So they’ll just push themselves on to your feet when you try walking away.

The stainless steel pushing into your flesh, tearing apart any skin that tries to come in between. And the warm blood gushing out and dripping over the cold steel.

Life is a million shattered pieces of glass. Like broken dreams, and broken hearts. Of all the people that you’ve run into. And the pile will only continue to grow, and grow. And grow.

Life is a cloudy day. The sun is there, but you have to be really, really looking for it. Otherwise, it’s just shit windy, and the wind blew away your umbrella. And it starts raining just as it did.

You have your genuine leather jacket on, too. And rain ruins expensive genuine leather.

Well, what is the point? What can money buy?

Only MTV. Cult philosophy.

Love and hate go so well together.

One couldn’t exist without the other, it’s hilarious.

But they’re not opposites, if that’s what you think.

Good is not the opposite of Evil.

Evil is not the nemesis of Good.

Why would you come into this world believing that?

There is no good or bad.

Yin and Yang are subject to the individual holding the concept of Yin and Yang in his or her mind.

Closure. Is a funny word.

I’d run around looking for it, all my life. And when it strikes me right in the face, I’ll pretend it didn’t. I’ll pretend it doesn’t exist, then.

If all else fails, I’ll shut out my mind, and run away from everything else that falls my way. Everything I’ve wanted, deep down inside.

Closure.

Close. End.

It really does close your mind and eyes to a lot of things. Maybe that’s why it’s called closure.

The end of possibilities. Experiences.

Closing.

I know where God is, by the way.

He’s in our television sets.

And our iPods.

And Rija says to me: “Sometimes you talk like God.”

Irony is a, bad, evil thing.

 

Narcissus says:
*or, or
*make a third bathroom or something
*and there, the water would be perfect
*or maybe it'll become perfect in all three!
*o_o
*ingenous.
*and sheer irony that I spelt that wront
*wrong*
*and spelled spelled wrong, too
*wow
*and wrong, too!
*awesome!!

      RIJ.     says:
*totally!
*you should be like
*a bathroom architect

Eureka!

This one goes out specifically to two people.

But for us to get there, let me rewind a little and start from the beginning.

So, I’ve decided that I’m going to have two blogs running at the same time. Yes, you heard right.

I don’t know if many of you remember the word press-blogger incident, where I couldn’t decide which blogging service I wanted to use.

Then came bigger problems into my life. For instance, when I couldn’t decide which female I wanted to continue hitting on.

Or whether Megan Fox was really a live human being or not.

But, let’s not get into these issues I’m surrounded with on a day to day basis, and talk about business.

I’ve realized – not recently, but still – that I love writing. And so I want to focus my energy on as much writing as I possibly can. I do not know why.

In fact, I just told someone what I was about to do. And they asked me why, too. And I calmly told them the whole reason, as to why;

I have no idea.

But why is the question always Why, and not – Why Not? God, I’m good with words.

Maybe that’s why.

Anyway.

I want to start a guild of writers, with Arfa and Rija to begin with. I’m not sure if I want to add more people as the snowball starts turning into an avalanche, but probably not. And I want to lead the project.

That’s all I’m going to give out yet, but the snowball has already rolled into a snow boulder in my mind, so there’s a big chance this is going to see the light of day.

But don’t bet on it – I change my mind every time I blink. Hmm .. does that mean I change half my mind when I wink?

Stay tuned.

Oh, and as far as the two different blogs I’m thinking of running are concerned:

http://danish989.wordpress.com
http://danish989.blogspot.com

Those are the respective links above ^^. Here are some things I have planned out. They can portray the two very different mindsets I harbor, and therefore, I can publish at one place where I’m cynical, and at the other when I’m … not as cynical? Something like that, yeah? Bear with me.

Go check it out by the way, see if you like how wordpress feels for a while.

Thanks for coming, and all comments go in any one of the comment spaces. =]

Yours truly,
Danish Arif.

Trying out something, again.

Maybe I’ll delete this post after I’m done.

Or maybe not. What do you think?

Windows Live Writer.

Just giving it a whirl, see how it goes. And I’m liking what I see.

Thanks for coming! =]

... and I have heaven on my right.

All I'm going to do in this post is like, single sentences. Thought after thought after thought. Free Form.

I remember my guitar when it was new.

I remember when I got high speed internet.

I remember when I got my own room.

I remember when I got introduced to a new life.

Each time.

And always will, no matter how many times I do.

And right now I just feel like telling the world how awesome and amazing Rija is. And has been. And always will be.

And she should know that she's not just stuck on awesome. I used amazing, too.

Arriving, Somewhere. But not here.

Everything is so much more beautiful up here.

High as a mo'fuckin helicopta'. That's my favorite line today.

Thought is a very powerful word.

The human mind is perfect. But not every human is perfect enough to use it.

Open your mind, but only enough so that it doesn't fall out. Let's all remember that.

But why - closed minds are so much more easier to carry around.

Like the iPhone. Why advance when we can acknowledge downgrading as a status symbol?

Everything is so much more beautiful up here.

Music. Ginger Ale. Tobacco.

It feels good being plus one. Still The One.

And new. Die Zeitgeist. The spirit of the new age.

Machine Gun Funk by Notorious B.I.G. One of the best beats I've heard in a rap song.

Also see; High Till I Die by Tupac, Street Dreams and Hero by Nas.

I remember wanting things.

I remember getting everything I've ever wanted.

I don't remember how it felt just wanting them and not getting them. Maybe that's why this is so hard.

All the apathy - from the pills in me. It's all in me, all in you.

I remember trying to push out of the crowd.

I remember succeeding and never wanting to go back.

I don't remember how it was down there anymore. Maybe that's why this is so hard.

I remember paying close attention to human standards and moral values.

I remember begging to differ.

I don't remember the last time I didn't. Maybe that's why this is so hard.

I remember having a heart.

I remember trying to keep it safe.

I don't remember how it was when it wasn't being passed around like a joint. Maybe that's why this is so hard.

And now it's all about studying, and theorizing, and contemplating.

And I remember when I could rest my head and my mind.

I don't remember how having a mind felt - I've lost it. Maybe that's why this is so hard.

Lala Attack!

This one is for laalz!!

Being sick and bed ridden.

I love fall / the few days before it's actually winter.

I love how my sense of smell actually gets enhanced when I have a fever or a cold.

I love how I can smell everything so perfectly all of a sudden.

Coffee.

Colognes.

Winter.

I miss childhood and reading graphic novels on a couch all day.

I love how I have a million hilarious stories, because I've had the world's best friends, and still do.

I love how music is the most wonderful thing in the world. Or second most wonderful. Or third most wonderful. Or fourth most wonderful. Yet, so wonderful.

Rida hates me being grumpy apparently. So much that she's told me she hates reading my blog now. >_> Not cool, dude.

The good old days.

I remember blogging about winter a few years ago. I love winter, it's true. I just can't stand the cold, but everything else is awesome.

OR perhaps, I love fall, not winter. The few days before winter officially gets here is what I love.

The weather is perfect, everything looks, feels and smells so damn wonderful.

Leaves on the ground, and the only reason I step on them - because they make that crunchy noise every time I do. Otherwise, who would step on leaves? People would walk around them on purpose. I was just thinking about that yesterday, right before I stepped on a crunchy red leaf.

Love is a weird feeling. But I hate how humans have somehow managed to standardize the feeling of love, too. Just like they have with God.

Leave it up to human beings to completely fuck everything up, and attempt to make things even more convenient for themselves - only to end up screwing it all up.

I'm deviating .. -sigh- Sorry, Rida, that's just what I do best. Hehe.

Anyhow .. God I love the smell of coffee on a cold winter day. It is Love.

And hot chocolate, and chocolate mochas.

And this reminds me of many winters ago, when I believed in God and fasted (or perhaps did so out of sheer fear) and would meet all my friends at this coffee shop after 6.

It was what we'd do everyday, no questions asked. And books, and the feeling of content, just sitting outside a coffee shop - sipping on mochas and smoking.

"But after a while, you realize, time flies." Takes me back to thinking about how time is an illusion we create.

And I remember spending days alone in this apartment in Philadelphia for a month. Making coffee, smoking, and then wondering what to do for the rest of the day.

Experiencing new things is something I definitely love a lot. And I want to see and experience as much as I possibly can before this life ends. And I plan on doing just that, too. My plan is already in motion.

Plan A - transfer around the world in the name of college and then work at the place I like the most.
Plan B - write a book that sells like hot cakes and enables me to go on book signings all around the world.
Plan C - create a new religion and get so rich off of it, that I go on a world tour as a public speaker.

=] I am going to be rich AND famous. Watch. Or read, actually. Or both, hmm.

*cough cough* I can't help but realize how being sick only makes me appreciate living life and not being sick, even more. Hmmm.

I hate my tonsillitis. Hate it, hate it. Right now, I feel like I'm going to end up choking on my own tonsils. And it's not a good feeling.

I feel like spending money. I love, spending money. It's the best feeling. But right now, I feel like spending it on books. I haven't even bought books for my classes yet. Ok, guilt trip. Oh well, Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk seems like a good investment.

And I've just realized. It's like half the world is sick. Aah, the joy of knowing you're not alone =]

I just love mankind. No sarcasm. I love you people. But you have to realize, I just hate you sometimes too. Think of it as a relationship.

Transmission ends here. Come back for more. =]

Going down in flames.

The last two days have been one of the best days of my life.

I think I'm in love with New York all over again. It's not such a bad place after all.

And we went to this international student event at the UPenn Museum with all these people, and I don't remember much of what happened there either.

I can't explain or talk about why.

But with this mess in my head - and all these jumbled thoughts - it's depressing.

I've realized in the last two days how screwed up in the head Danish989 really is. It can't be described, so I'm not going to try to.

But it's true. Trust me.

I've managed to look inside myself for a minute, in my drugged state of mind last night - and all I've seen is this void, and the closest I'll get to witnessing a real black hole.

And I wouldn't want to take anyone down with me, when I do go down in flames. Which I can tell will be sooner than anyone thinks ...

The Story of Narcissus

In Greek Mythology, Narcissus was this very handsome lad in a village somewhere. Not only good looking though, he had this particular quality to himself - that women could not resist. And therefore, every female around ended up throwing her heart at him.

But only to have them thrown back, and broken in the process. And therefore, Narcissus was labelled vain.

But he had bigger things to do, so he decided to walk through the forest and have an adventure. This girl called Echo, madly in love with Narcissus, decided to follow him through it.

And so she did.

And so she did, until Narcissus could swear he heard a noise directly behind him, so he turned around. He turned around, and called out. Not once, not twice, but thrice - for whoever it was to come out and face him.

And so Echo did. And not only face him, but she ran to Narcissus and embraced him.

Only to have herself pushed away, and laughed at. And that's not all. Narcissus laughed at her and told her to scram. And so she did.

And so she did, until she reached a cave and decided to cry her heart out. And so she did.

And so she did, until all that was left of her existence was her voice, crying out in agony.

A voice that Nemesis - Greek God, heard. And decided to punish Narcissus for whatever he has done. And so he did.

And so he did, in such a manner, that when Narcissus came across a pond during his journey, he decided to stop and take a sip.

And so he did. And so he did stop by the lake and drink. But when he did, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection. And his own reflection captivated him so, that he ends up falling in love with himself.

And he stares. And he stares onto his reflection, for a long, long time, until finally realizing. Realizing that it's himself he's been staring it for so long.

And then he's grief stricken. So grief stricken in fact, that he ends up dying too. Ends up dying, laying right next to the pond, in agony, too. And then he's thrown into the furthest quarters of hell, not to return, but lay in agony there too.

And Echo's voice, apparently, decides to come see how her love is doing, that she so involuntarily managed to end up killing. And she is surprised, to not find him there, but only the very first Narcissus flower blooming by the pond instead.

But do you know what really killed Narcissus? What the grief was about?

Narcissus killed himself. And only because deep down inside - in all actuality - he hated himself. More than anyone or anything else ever could.

And so he couldn't stand being in love with the reflection of himself ...

Class Assignment

All right loyal readers and students! It's time for YOU to do something for ME for a change. Think of it as your first assignment.

I want to show a few select blog posts to my Creative Writing professor, anytime next week, and therefore, I need YOU to select a few blog posts that you think are critique worthy from a Creative Writing professor, from my blog.

I bet YOU have a few blog posts from the blog that you've liked for one reason or another? Maybe you thought they were just better written in some way? Maybe you liked the writing style I used? Or maybe you just thought it was a good read for no describable reason?

Well, then, leave me a comment, with the blog post name (And the link to the post, if you can, kthx). And why not tell me why you liked it, too?

I'm actually COUNTING ON YOU. So don't let me down.

Much love. =]

Happy Birthday, Nobi!!

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