I love that 'feelings combo' when sometime people feel important, different, special, deserving exceptional treatment. Whereas in reality they have nothing meaningful to say and it makes them feel great to have a good old rant, a good old self promo, a good auto-ego-massage. And then they stop and off they go, the world behind them unchanged, or wasted by their dry body fluids spread all over. From the outside they do look almost cute to me, thinking anyone cares, desperate for attention. Deprived of true authentic caring friendship. I'm not writing this well but my feeling is it's because we all give less and less of a shit to true modest talents. That we are so turned inward onto ourselves, selfishness fuelled, constantly almost hysterically motivated by the big 'me first'. Thanks God not everyone is like that. I truly value a lot selflessness, i honestly reckon this is the best trait in someone, totally worth a medal or recognition. Or at least time for attention. They are pearls. Because with all these tablets, phones, instagram obsessions, selfies, self-promo bullshit, competitions, beauty contest, 'me me me pedestals', it's hard not to feel nauseated and it takes efforts to close the eyes, forget, move on, rediscover, engage and shake the hand of someone new, exciting, compelling. One after the other. It's like a long march, uneducated often, but fed by this constant need for discovery. The only remedies that help dealing with the repetitive, the absurd, the mundane, the vain, the emptiness, the bland, the accessible, the fabricated consumable.
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