Irony of Life
Friend: I thought about what you said…me going through a pattern repeatedly. You were right.
Me: yeah… listen about that… I am sorry. I should have not said anything.. I hate that about myself at times..
Friend: What do you hate about yourself?
Me: talking in anthropological or scientific way about emotions and the effect takes away the perceived human unique experience
at times, I forgot how you may take it..
Friend: unique piece you are.
Me: yeah.. i hate that about myself at times too :P..
its like then suddenly I feel naked.. as if the social facade I put on has slipped off..
until someone reminds me by their reaction…
like right now you did
Friend: I am guilty.
Me: no you are not..
you are just human
reacting like one..
which is normal
sometimes I should too..
Friend: and you are not human? that’s what you mean?
I am as much human.. perhaps more in some way.. 😛
but most of us are humans in a very socially-constructed way..
like there are things to be said and a way to say them…
for it to feel…right
even if it may or may not be the truth
..but to me… being human is not JUST about adhering to socially constructed norms and reactions..
talking about things in a very primal, rational way doesn’t mean that there is no poetry in it…
Friend: i know all this
Me: ..but it doesn’t come that naturally, right?
12:48 AM 😛
Of course, you know all this.. this is nothing new..
Friend: see, things that don’t come to you naturally, you don’t do that.
and things that don’t come to me naturally
I don’t do that
Friend: its cool right
Me: but unfortunately the way the world and we human being function…
your way is more preferable to others than mine..
what seems natural to you, I mean…
making me be careful about what i should express about what I think and feel by making it sound natural and genuine
even if it may not be it..
which to me is the fascinating thing…
Friend: fascinating to me too.
but don’t get me wrong.. its not like I think I am too different and rest all are same…
the beauty of life is that each of us are different…
and the mystery is that while we are, I yet feel more different than others in a specific social context
the funny part is that while at one level people get astonished, shocked, mesmerized or freaked out with the fact that I feel that way…
at another level, they empathize or atleast try with some of it..
as if they feel that way too…
making the sense of alienation a common collective, shared feeling
…which to me is IRONY OF LIFE