I committed it again, as this is not a sin to do a social suicide online,
The fast generation, vibrating, tuning, synchronizing, connecting, disconnecting, hiding, appearing and realizing the potential of communication. Vulnerable. Vulnerable to the idea of self-realization. The capitalist essence when mixed with assets, transformed economy and produced inflation. You need it and you don’t have. Come to me, i don’t have but will let you get it. Have the burden of interest and debt. Food industry propelled by the profit graphs made it spicy, delicious and available. This resulted in obesity. Obesity generated revenue for more business and a cycle where keeping tummy fit is a challenge. No one have control to their kitchens as more saliva needs stimulate taste buds to lick more and more. From pizzas to burgers to undisciplined open food habits.
Obesity is the key integral characteristic of this generation,
Who is the one who don’t love himself, or the self portrayals. Kings to Nawwabs all were obsessed with the need of self appraisal. Appreciating self and expecting a reply, some wah-wah, “Yes you said right, perfect”, this is very old. All the old customs. Facebook is not new in concept. So is the Google+. They all make use of the need for socialization. To appreciate and getting appreciated. This is the world of deception and is becoming more artificial. The more you connect, more you disconnect. There are pros and cons, however my Tyre burst, since my creative instinct catches more sins than the grace. A person like me, can’t control or put heavy restrictions to the vulnerable desires. Satans are very easy with me.
So better to avoid than to control. Cost to control is greater than to avoid. So deleted it and am feeling safe.
One thought on “My Suicide Note”
John Shannon
You have a choice to conform to the social circle. Work-Home-Play. For you guys its mostly work, and there is personal compromise everywhere.
“Vulnerable to the idea of self-realization”, yes, you are now empowered to make a difference. Free to fly, leaving the constraints behind, the things that tie us down, locked into daily routine.
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