setting: 2 PM, gloomy in, sunny out, intravenously cleared of recent misdeeds.
pardon my logic but it’s time for self assessment.
look into a mirror. look into your own eyes in the pictures of you that you deem the best all around. look into a good friend’s eyes for that concave gleam of your reflection in their pupils.
what do these images have in common?
you’re right, nothing.
if there’s a logical payback for good behavior, it has to be peace and adulation. something along the lines of “let’s not make a scene and enjoy each other’s company”.
well, what happens when you’re awarded both of those for acting out a script that’s been rehashed to exhaustion?
my, you’ll either jump to the conclusion that you’re either not coming off properly, or that your peace and adulation withdrawal symptoms keep you from the truth behind good behavior.
there’s different sources for both, I believe. the show that pleases an audience that in return sends uproars and applause of peace and adulation only in fact deals with the audience’s need and thankfulness for finding a reason to send the very peace and adulation they so desperately crave to plant somewhere outside themselves.
meanwhile the thesps are still backstage after the curtains close collecting this smiling fabric of expunged joy that doesn’t suit them.
but then: you’re always on stage!
what suits you? what is the source of peace and adulation you seek? are you a harmony junkie?
maybe a tailored recluse.
are you capable of finding a reason to send whatever it is you want to plant somewhere else?
you, my friend, might be a cursed binary at heart.
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or perhaps an agree-ability consumer.
"...run!"
