Of a sudden, I am in the mood to speak my mind. Of a sudden too, I have the time to do it given the quiet weekend I am tip toeingly enjoying.
My first thought - The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo movie did not do justice to the protagonists - Lisbeth and Mikhael. They were both much more suave and good looking in my lurid imagination than what the movie has depicted.
Though of course, the movie was meant to summarise the entire mind boggling 644 pages (depending on the font and book size) of pure exhilarating and enthralling read.
That is my take on the book.
Of course, being a little eccentric myself (to an extend) I love Lisbeth. I love her ways whether some considered them as tough, disturbing or difficult.
Whatever. I honestly don't care what people think more so, norm thinks.
I realised anyway, being apart and far away from people I loath is good for me spiritually. Somehow, I feel I don't get constricted with the things they say or do. And it's liberating to know these people really means nothing until they make some pathetic remarks that has something to do with me or could be co-related to some extend to my existence.
I was wondering to myself if ever, I would take the plunge and walk away one day. Walk away far, far from these people and never, ever having to see, hear or face them ever. One may consider that being a recluse. Like somewhere far away from human habitation.
Of course, most sane people construed it as running away but for the years that I have been in confrontation with these people, it doesn't seemed to me that the degree of loathsomeness got dissipated in any degree.
At the same time, I sometimes wonder if ever these people would realised that they can never ever be like me in any other way. From the very way I flicker my eyes to my down right stone cold sarcasm. And yet, people still try to be in the same league. I mean as simple matter as train of thoughts and believes has a huge disparaging width of difference and therefore, in logical equation, how could it ever be possible in this lifetime that these people could be almost like me?
I don't get it. Like how?
Then I have also those people who tries hard to be in sync to my thoughts and actions. They seemed to have this very sad inferior that they could never catch up with me and in turn, has this tendency to act as if they know. As if they are doing the same. As if they are so into it.
I don't get it again. Like why?
My sordid thoughts and perception has been held generously with what I am, coupled with my experiences, blended with my interest. And most often than not (not that I am trying to blow my horn [not trumpet here]) I tend to be in extreme insightful to the things that interests me. Call me an expert. Call me a cynic. Call me a critic.
And the thing that perplex me is the fact that people has this tendency wanting much to thread on my line yet not letting me share my bits but instead most often than not gives in lameful (I created a new word) opinion which either does not make sense or is a total crap in my vascular rationale mind.
It is even more interesting to note that such people actually is not interested in my opinion but instead wanted to prove that they are on par with me on matters of my heart. It is always about, "If I were you..." when not a single word of advice was sought or welcome.
Of course there are also the occasion when such people talk about things, like for example, an exercise regime while treating as if I'm a log that don't move an inch of my limb to have a cuppa. Like exercising and me are from 2 different world. They just talk and talk and talk while not realizing in reality, their small rounds of walks around the little garden around the house does not constitute exercising in my definition.
My first thought - The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo movie did not do justice to the protagonists - Lisbeth and Mikhael. They were both much more suave and good looking in my lurid imagination than what the movie has depicted.
Though of course, the movie was meant to summarise the entire mind boggling 644 pages (depending on the font and book size) of pure exhilarating and enthralling read.
That is my take on the book.
Of course, being a little eccentric myself (to an extend) I love Lisbeth. I love her ways whether some considered them as tough, disturbing or difficult.
Whatever. I honestly don't care what people think more so, norm thinks.
I realised anyway, being apart and far away from people I loath is good for me spiritually. Somehow, I feel I don't get constricted with the things they say or do. And it's liberating to know these people really means nothing until they make some pathetic remarks that has something to do with me or could be co-related to some extend to my existence.
I was wondering to myself if ever, I would take the plunge and walk away one day. Walk away far, far from these people and never, ever having to see, hear or face them ever. One may consider that being a recluse. Like somewhere far away from human habitation.
Of course, most sane people construed it as running away but for the years that I have been in confrontation with these people, it doesn't seemed to me that the degree of loathsomeness got dissipated in any degree.
At the same time, I sometimes wonder if ever these people would realised that they can never ever be like me in any other way. From the very way I flicker my eyes to my down right stone cold sarcasm. And yet, people still try to be in the same league. I mean as simple matter as train of thoughts and believes has a huge disparaging width of difference and therefore, in logical equation, how could it ever be possible in this lifetime that these people could be almost like me?
I don't get it. Like how?
Then I have also those people who tries hard to be in sync to my thoughts and actions. They seemed to have this very sad inferior that they could never catch up with me and in turn, has this tendency to act as if they know. As if they are doing the same. As if they are so into it.
I don't get it again. Like why?
My sordid thoughts and perception has been held generously with what I am, coupled with my experiences, blended with my interest. And most often than not (not that I am trying to blow my horn [not trumpet here]) I tend to be in extreme insightful to the things that interests me. Call me an expert. Call me a cynic. Call me a critic.
And the thing that perplex me is the fact that people has this tendency wanting much to thread on my line yet not letting me share my bits but instead most often than not gives in lameful (I created a new word) opinion which either does not make sense or is a total crap in my vascular rationale mind.
It is even more interesting to note that such people actually is not interested in my opinion but instead wanted to prove that they are on par with me on matters of my heart. It is always about, "If I were you..." when not a single word of advice was sought or welcome.
Of course there are also the occasion when such people talk about things, like for example, an exercise regime while treating as if I'm a log that don't move an inch of my limb to have a cuppa. Like exercising and me are from 2 different world. They just talk and talk and talk while not realizing in reality, their small rounds of walks around the little garden around the house does not constitute exercising in my definition.
Yet, these people masked out all disillusion to make them feel they are worthy of the conversation. Like do I care really. They even evade my opinon. Beat that. But do I really care? No. I just don't want to talk to people like this. That is all.
And yet, people like this never, ever acknowledge the fact that I am a subject matter expert in what they are saying despite my opinion and sharing. They just go on and on with their ambiguous grey world.
In short, I'm talking about people who when everything else weighted upon, the lifestyle, opinions, mindset is way, way off my tangent.
In this context, it baffles me why even would anyone bother to catch me for a conversation. Because ultimately to me, it is wasting my time, not mentioning the person's time. There is nothing gained by the end of it. That is all I'm saying.
It's always about "my opinion is better than yours", "my choice is better than yours" or "my lifestyle is better than yours" and so I am talking and you listen because I know more than you. Yes, even in the field of my interest. Beat that.
Yeah, I'm done. I'm done vending my 3 cents of irritation with people.
Maybe there is some ego at stake. Some need to prove a point that despite it all, they are better than me.
Oh whatever people. Whatever.
It is the fact that I am interesting. It is the fact that I know what I do. It is the fact that I don't have anything to prove to anyone. Simple facts to live by. Maybe also people just needed these to make them feel better about themselves. Maybe.
But it's terribly stupid because it is made at my expense. And still, I don't get it.
So anyway, all I want to do from today onwards is just to continue play hide and seek with these people. No use running away because I truly believe there are many of such out there like leeches lurking everywhere around in this humid tropical jungle.
Yes, just play dead and keep the hide and seek going. Amen.
