Control

Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Today is Tuesday. The second day of term 4
I'm not at school, I'm at home - with Bronchitis.


This room smells like dog. Stupid Cleo.


I had an epiphony.
I am being controlled.  My physical self is being controlled.. by everything.
Weather.Parents.Deadlines.Bills.Weekends.Society.Friends.Dog.Health.Boyfriend.Mind.




I'm like a puppet, trapped in the show of my life. Creepy thought hey? There's nothing wrong about being a puppet though. It gives order and purpose. If someone else is playing out your life, then there's not really a reason to worry about what you're doing cause somebody else is doing it for you? I feel so lazy when I say it like that. I don't think for myself, I copy everybody else. 


Wait, control. Maybe that word's too harsh. Influence? Yeah that's it.


Influence, not control. I am influenced by my surroundings. I'm not an individual, I'm a product of everybody else's qualities. My life is played out like a doll in a doll house.


'Molly, it's time for you to have a bath now'
Okay. Pick me up. Take off my clothes. Put me in the bath tub. There we go, I'm having a bath.


Does that even make sense?

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