revelation of the day

it just dawned on me that i am not as unique as i once aspired to be. i can even be considered as cliché; the way i react to unexpected behaviors, letting off steam by bickering, automatically deciding to tidy the house when leaving for vacation, and most dolefully the way i think.
once i thought i was so unpredictable, extremely cool, and utterly amusing. in retrospect, i was simply immature and didn't know any better. i didn't know myself.
a little later, i will probably look back to me now and think how ungrateful i have been. don't get me wrong. i love my life, and myself. but i need to come to terms with the fact that i am not an eccentric, nor a ground breaker. when i was young(er), i thought being unique meant automatically attracting attention. i loved people who had great presence. little did i know then..having presence meant outlandish demeanor and this lead to great admiration on my behalf. now, being calm took its place. i became so, very cliché. i clichéd the heck out of the terms. everybody seems so stressed now, unique is relaxed and content.

dream of the night

I was seeing such a weird dream that I remember contemplating,while living the ridicule, that I should write about it. should've, would've, could've done it the first thing in the morning while it was so fresh.. when I didn't try to remember, but instead tried to stop recalling it. now, all I can say is there were a lot of people, it had a dark atmosphere both literally and figuratively. someone (it could be me) was slicing meat (it could belong to a person) in equal proportions. there was a guy with a cape, like Zorro. a bad Zorro, though. come to think about it, maybe he was the hero..better yet maybe I was him. this is my bad dream after all, I could claim hero-ship. I would psychoanalyze it here if only I had all the pieces attached. to me, this basically means I'm talking too much and unnecessarily out of place. or as my grandma would rightfully put it, my behind was sticking out of the covers.