Once upon a comment, a friend responded and accused me of angry status posts. So I told him that he did not know me enough if he thought of them as such.
*roll eyes*
He is not the first. He is not alone. It is cynicism not anger in a batter of sarcasm or sneer. And for fucking's sake, I hate explaining my self for the context, gist, double meaning, or undertones of my words. I guess, he is not a friend or perhaps he does not read at all. I mean, I use to know him, so maybe he is not a friend, just a person from the past.
Most of my friends know how I arrange my words in such ways that they encroach the soul. I have been called a person with no morals in the past because of my choice of words and how I deliver them. Who cares.
I say nothing about me being right or proper or whatever suits social standards or collective righteousness. I just put my observation of people into words. Human beings are fascinating selfish creatures. How they disguise selfishness with sugar and spice. Amazing, really.
Now, now, now. When I write it, it is just judgement. It is observation with due interpretation. Is it?is it not? Besides, I do not drop names. I average a number of observations, especially when they keep popping on my news feed to the point of annoyance.
I seek no audience for my words. My status on Facebook are in the moment unsolicited rebuttals of human arrogance and misplaced righteousness, which pop up on my news feed. I love words. I love playing with words. I love people. I love observing people. I cannot help it.
And if I ever seek readers for my words, it would be my future self. It is a crazy experience when I read those I wrote previously. Of course, there are a handful of friends who enjoy my words. Otherwise, I will pen a book like that voice inside my head tells me for years and years, and oh my little sister who read my journals.
Serving letters with grilled cheese on top,
Foff*cielo
(If you read below and if you find it. This is quite a contradiction. Perhaps I have changed a bit. It is more or less four years ago after all.)
