I feel like the prisoner. No, not the escaped, enthusiastic, enlightened prisoner. Not even close. I feel like one of the many, one of the many that are still chained in the cave. I'm scared of how the sun will blind me, but I know that the world outside is incomparable to my world.
I used to think ignorance was bliss. How wrong of me, how flawed and how selfish. Ignorance, bilss? Nope. It's okay, though. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds (RWE). I love knowing everything and yet nothing (S).
I love my friends. They feel for me, the kind of special vicarous outrages or joys whenever I share my personal experiences and dilemmas.
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your new nickname, troll.
ReplyDeleteoh joanne, how poetic you are -_-
ReplyDeletebut dude, seriously, that's how i've been feeling. but in a less eloquent way. you should change your blog title to "silver-tongued: as elegant as it sounds" cuz srsly girl, you got that journalism shit on lawwwwwwk.
very well written. give me some of your eloquence!
ReplyDeletehaha i've never seen anyone use the word hobgoblin coherently in a sentence, let alone a blog post
ReplyDeletehaha i'm quoting ralph waldo emerson!
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