“Most people are other people.Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry,their passions a quotation.” -OscarWilde
So. According to the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy ( the best book ever written in the history of mankind), the worst instrument of torture in the Universe is the Total Perspective Vortex. The principle it works on basically says that if every atom of the universe is affected by every other atom of the universe, then it is theoretically possible to extrapolate a model of the entire universe using a single piece of matter as a starting point. But that’s just the cool, science fiction side of it. The evil, torture side exists in the fact that it can essentially pinpoint your exact position in relation with the whole infinity of creation because of which you inevitably lose your mind and recede into eternal depression realizing just how irrelevant you really are in the universal scheme of things.
Now, i am not a sadist. I swear i am not. But there are certain people who hashtag their pouty profile pictures with “self obsessed” and “lovemahself” who need to use this machine. The world needs them to use this machine.
But hey, whats wrong with loving yourself? Love the skin you are in, right? Talk beauty commercials. Embrace your inner awesomeness. And always be who you are. (Also, while we are at it, Dreams do come true. Never stop believing ❤ )
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for optimism and individuality. But the real paradox here lies in the very nature of it. What is the “yourself” we are talking about here? And what part of it are we claiming to love? The “I don’t care what you think of me, i am awesome and I know it” portrayals of self have become a convention in themselves (usually accompanied with bad spellings and Marilyn Monroe quotes). And thus, of course, they have been socially condemned by the more “alternate” people as pathetic cries for attention and evident desperation.
Wherever there is apparent conformity, there will be a smart ass to question it. That is how all social interactions work.
And so I have to admit that I am, in fact, no one to wish the Vortex onto another person because I, myself, am a victim of social conventions. Yep, I am one of those overly judgmental snobs who stalk random people on Instagram for hours and wish fancy curses onto them. (That reminds me, what do you even mean when you say you love someone to the moon and back? You’ll preach your affection during long trips in space?)
But the fact remains that if you really do love yourself and if you don’t care what others think of you, then why do you need to seek approval and cower away from judgments? The “craziness” between you and your best friend doesn’t need an audience.
But then, why shouldn’t it have an audience? Who am I to comment on that? Or for that matter, what do i get out of commenting?
Truth is, we are all hypocrites. Originality is fading into egos and fears. Before we do what we want to, we weigh out if its “cool” or not, be it the hipster definition or the mainstream one. We categorize the world as “us” and “them” promoting stereotypes and prejudice of a whole new breed.
There are no other people anymore. We are all most of them. And that is where individuality begins and ends.
As for the Vortex, I think we all really do need a new Perspective. But for what its worth, each of us is in the middle of his or her own existential crisis anyway. Its called growing up.
I will now refrain from posting everyday and concentrate on studying.