A freak
I am an excellent actor. How can it be otherwise, with so many actors surrounding me, misleading me throughout my life. I have learnt to take things as they are. There are certain things which never disappear. They will torture me for eternity. Most people know me as a normal person. I am not normal. I am damn good as an actor, I guess. An actor of life. There are times at which I lose my mask. The agony is beyond words. I go into long depressive spells, spewing chaos around me. Then everything goes blank. I am fickle. I had written in the last post that I had quit this blog. That is also intoned in my profile. Either I am a liar or am a sensationalist. If I say what I did this morning, most people would puke. I watched a documentary on autopsies. The few persons to whom I spoke about this seemed to appear disgusted and viewed me as a freak. Only, they did not dare to call me a freak to my face. I wonder if any one would understand my view on this. I like knowledge. As a matter of fact, I think I can do a pretty decent post mortem on my own, bar the analysing part, for which I would need more knowledge on biochemistry. That is the essence of philosophy, I think. The pursuit of knowledge. With more knowledge, I can act better and also, become more lethal.
so said -Poison- the in(s)ane one @ Friday, August 12, 2005
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