"Reality is bad enough. Why should I tell the truth?"
-Patrick Sky
I haven't blogged in awhile, I know. But I have not had many thoughts worth blogging that I am willing to share, or those I have have not been enough to sustain a decent amount. But now I feel is the time where I have to do something, or I will never be able to start again. So here is tonight's thought, coming in the form of a cleaned-up MSN conversation with a close friend of mine:
Bec says:
*clings to last battered, torn, and blackened shred of hope*
A Friend says:
lol
Bec says:
I spose thats all we can ever do really...
A Friend says:
yer truth
Bec says:
And we can pretend to deny truths, because that moment when you forget the pretence is a pretence hurts just so much less than the pretending itself.
A Friend says:
ok im lost
Bec says:
If the truth of our life is harsh, we can pretend to not know the truth. And pretending we don't know the truth hurts, but the moment when we actually believe our pretending is real makes the extra hurt of pretending worth it.
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And I suppose that even if we don't lie to ourselves, the lying to others with a totally happy face and not a care in the world helps lessen the weight of our truths upon our shoulders. And if you want me to elaborate in this, turn to the title. If I wanted to share any truths, I would have done so long ago.
I had a lot typed out here. More than the post itself so I'll just cut most of it and say it's the same priciple which has granted computer games their popularity. When people don't like their life they find a means of escape, whether this be pretending things are different or the escapism granted by somebody elses world in a book, computer game or on the television.
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