Bad Sentry

These Horrid Outrageous Unwanted Grotesque Hatefilled Tendencies

[audacious-fly]

loNeliness...the greatest trap

They say that it is within our nature to be a part of something. Whether it be a group, a cause, or even just one other person. What is it then that keeps us segregated and isolated? From both the macro and micro scales it seems to be a growing change in our instict to distint ourselves from one another than to gather. It's growing to be a cliche tag line, "There's enough hate in this world to be apart of it, " which makes it evident that we are all aware of the grotesque hatred to overcomes this world of ours. Why then do we do nothing to impact the macro? Why the disillusioned idea that so long as we impact the micro then the rest will figure itself out?

Aside from that there is the loneliness of the self and heart. One would think that with the ever-growing numbers in our population that finding someone would be easier but that's not the case. Is this just another subsect of our changing instincts? Always so concerned with what would be our demise. We often suspect ourselves but out of destruction of warfare and bloodlust. Maybe we are just at that point where the idea of continuing a line is not an ideal worth tolling over. Perhaps the focus may shift towards healing this world and its cost is our population. Not out of bloodshed but a downfall in reproduction.

Then again as stubborn as we are, the thought of who's line ends and who's continues to reap the harvest of a rejuvenated earth may just be what keeps our population steady or even on the rise.

A contradictory bunch we are.

[audacious-fly]

madE sympathetic, woRks apathEtically...how_pAthetic

As children we are thought a number of things with the major ones being socializing and moral. Because children are so impressionable it is detrimental as to who it is educating them in these fields. It is also depending on the environments of both society and home as to how the child may grow.

An oddity surrounding this is that we are born with instincts and skills to sense how others feel. As babies and on forth through early childhood years this skill is heightened to be extremely sensitive towards their parents. This is something that can be observed; if a parent is feeling down, though they may not show it in order to appear strong to their child, the child will pick up on this and attempt to comfort them. As we get older these attributes tone down but are apparent when it comes to those we put attention to.

This means that we are born with sympathetic attributes and we use these skills. However, as we grow and go from simplistic to complex apathy comes into play. Esspecially when we are aware of true-right from true-wrong it is a matter of how much of a 'fuck we give' at that moment that determines the following action.

At what point will the veils of minute differences not get in the way of what we do next?

When will we do something out of sympathy and it not be selective?

Is all that is needed is self-acceptance?

[audacious-fly]

originaliTy...wHat is it?

"Make something original!"

"People don't want to see the same old stuff; they want something new."

"That seems too much like this, where's the originality?"

The concept that surrounds originality is like a virus. It changes and if you can't adapt to its changes then you'll get hurt. There was a point in time where what we associate originality to be was just that. At one point, it was something truly new and never done before. However in the modern era in which we live in...'orginality' is more than 'something new' but rather it is something 'fresh'.

What is fresh though? Take a sandwich. You've had this sandwich multiple times. Its gotten bland at this point but lets say that your only option is to have a sandwich. What was previously just a sandwich with a slice of ham and a nice spread of mayonnaise has received some much needed tweaks. Now it has lettuce, toasted bread, a slice of tomato. Its still just a sandwich but its a fresh take.

You keep making tweaks and 'improvements' on the sandwich all up until there is seemingly nothing left that could be added to it.

Its bland again. So you go back to basics. A slice of ham, even spread of mayonnaise on untoasted white bread. Rather than something with a flash, simplicity is better appreciated.....

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...all up until its bland again.

The term of originality should not be something 'new' and 'never done before' because we are at a day and age where it has all been done in one way or form. Rather it should be...

The individual interpretation that is improved to contrast others in its field. It is the deconstruction and reconstruction of an item or concept. Originality is the much needed take on something for the time being.

[audacious-fly]

a Snow-like_oppression

The snow is and always will be something of awe. Whether it be for its beauty or its memorabilia, the fact stands that it somehow grabs our attention.

For a moment, take a look at snow from a different perspective. Look at each flake as an individual. For those who believe that as an individual there is no power, just observe how people react from just hearing that it 'may' snow. Then see how that reaction is amplified when the first snowflake drops(more so when it is felt) then see whether or not the power is there. Furthermore, observe what happens when more flakes drop. There are those who are in appearance with this, those who are infurated with this, then those who are indifferent.

The power is there and in today's world it would be rare for one's stance to not have a group of people agreeing with it.

#flakepower

[audacious-fly]

just another nIght

One night I awoke to hear some neighbors from down the street shouting. Nothing unusual; one was drunk and the other in tears. Though it was sort of a routine, something about it seemed to fit the scene.

The brisk, cool air accompanied with the cautious pitter-patter of the nightly creatures. A single light source that always caught my attention as I would drift away and meld with all that which was around me. Such as the cold wooden floors along with the draft caused by the circulation of the vents. The feeling of chills running up my spine and soothing throughout my body. All merely aiding in the background of the foul, profain, harsh language being thrown around.

It was always a grim reminder to me that the quarls of the people can go on for millennia yet the world would still go round and round.

I believe that is what makes the idea of something making the world stand still so frightening.