Impetuous Aphrodite

So I woke up today at the side of the beach, already hung over from the night before, stinking from alcohol, saltwater, vomit(thank you Marissa), and smoke. I was covered in sand and was considerably wet.

My phone got stolen, and initially, all I could have thought of was ‘FUCK!’.

I was wondering why my wallet, my mp3 and all were still there, I mean, why didn't they take it all along with my shoes and my shirt for the perfect humiliation. As though it made any difference.

I sat on the bus without my shirt and my shoes, because I was too lazy to wear them.

Everyone stared at me, and for once, I felt so free, so liberated. So out of society.

If you were in my shoes, well, in my position, cause my shoes weren’t on, you’d probably be cowering at the corner, or be like me, flaunt your antipathy. To be the chandelier of shit in a room full of shit; the highlight, the main event(as I have said on countless occasions as of late.)

I felt I controlled the world, or everyone around me for that matter. Because once people see someone who can represent the skid mark on the underpants of society, they get disgusted, they feel sick to the bone, because they feel morally bad.

They try, and obviously fail to empathize with your situation and your status, they get miserable and get driven to such a suicidal reduction of depression. 

You want to know why?

--Because people are too well off thinking that things are perfect, when they’re not, things are fucked up, people are fucked up and you and I can very well be just as fucked up.

The commercialistic consumerism has marred our view so much, we fail to think, our understanding gets necrotized. And we become sheep, robots, drones, whichever insult you have pertaining to  this subject of society.

For once in my life, I felt the true freedom of a human being, because I am thankful to the person who stole my phone too, so that I can be cut off from society.

It’s my repudiation, my revolt, my exultant radicalism of nihilism and anarchy.

This is my orgy of my radical ideas and feats; the epoch of my revulsion against morality and our intangible, invisible, virtually indestructible chains that bind us ignorance.

“We must act, act perpetually in order to be human … in order to possess real awareness of ourselves.” Mikhail Bakunin.