Monday, June 06, 2005
clara descends into voyuerism ( did i spell that right?)
i just went, much to my horror, on a compulsive blogsurfing spree, and am very amused. i realize that it is so clear what sort of personality types yield what kind of writing. or what sort of family background. or priorities. and it's kinda weird, cos as i was reading, i was subconsconciously comparing everything to my own writing to see who thinks like me. i found one. a much more extreme version of me, but from the same type of world. totally. and strangely, it wasn't nice at all, it was irritating. it was irritating to realize how anal retentive my writing and my topics sound, on someone else's blog. and the most irritating thing was, i've met the author before. in a context where you would just expect to see such people. i told you singapore is a big recycle! the same old people keep circulating in the same old social levels. i already know which one i belong to-- it was decided for me the day that i... was born. not that i was born into that level, though yes, that plays a big part, but i think your character is what takes you wherever. sometimes it takes you to wherevers that you'd rather not be. just like the baker who didn't become a shepherd. and once that happens, do you know how hard it is to get out of the recycle? you probably end up in it your whole life, and experience "the ubitiqious milton tan" ( to quote yu lin) situation, where everyone is somehow related to everyone else's someone, and where the biggest excitement you get in meeting new people is to realize that they were never so new after all.
Posted by i confound myself at 4:10 pm
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