I used to have explanations for things just waiting in the wings, and I used to think that these were true: “Bad things happen in threes” “if something happens once, it will surely never happen again. But if it happens twice, it will most likely occur a third time”. But now I think… that’s too simplistic. The world doesn’t revolve around individual people’s perception of how things happen, or why…. The world just is. Things happen neither bad nor good, they just are. It’s our perception that makes them positive or negative.
This might be an obvious conclusion to reach. I’m not going to apply abstract reasoning to an unconnected series of random events. It just makes life more complicated. I felt like I was being covered in layer upon layer of unfortunateness, like each thing that happened was a blanket being pulled over my head, slowly blinding and suffocating me. But I’m thinking like I should just let things happen, as they’re going to happen anyway. I’ll sit back, let the waves come in until they cover my head and I drown.
Wait… that was the opposite of what I was trying to say…
It reminds of that poem that I love by T.S. Eliot. I think it’s the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and other stories… My favourite part:
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
It’s so beautiful. So morose, so quietly melancholy. Also melodramatic if taken out of context. (out of context means out of the rest of the poem and inserted into a blog, like i just did. that makes me melodramatic).
So what. I’m sad. Poor DeeDee.