Firstly I’d like to apologise for not updating yesterday; my challenge didn’t end until midnight and by the time I returned home it was 3.30 in the morning.
So maybe I should explain yesterday’s challenge. I was told that I had to speak in the 3rd person all day. This makes life extremely difficult when you have seminars to go to and your lecturer asks you a question. Just to clarify it was only 3rd person NOT 3rd person narrative like SOME PEOPLE believed it to be.
I lasted until roughly 5-6ish when a slip of a tongue caused me to lose all faith in life and admit defeat. But speaking like a buffoon all day made me realise something which I find both interesting and slightly disheartening - we are a narcissistic race.
The excessive use of I in my entries just goes to prove this.
In order not to slip up I had to think extremely carefully about my phrasing. But it also allowed me to manipulate conversations. It’s amazing how humans react when you turn a conversation around to them. It made me realise how self-indulgent people were.
I now pose a question - do our narcissistic tendencies show that we’re a vain, self-absorbed species? Or do they show us how we need attention to feel wanted, loved and to ultimately thrive?
Whilst I let you ponder on that thought (and whilst I think about how I would answer that question myself) I’ll inform you of today’s challenge.
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I was challenged to either make a Rootes H Block quiz on Sporcle or write a song.
After talking to Dobby about how to write a song, I decided that I’d leave that kind of shiz to the professionals. But I did feel like writing a little something. Please don’t judge me. I accept the fact it is atrocious.
I’m lacking inspiration once more,
Because what in this world is there to inspire us?
I feel my mind is choking on the fumes of pollution
Destroying Monet’s lilies
And the poppies in the field.
“War and Peace” is thrown out the window
With all the other classics and notions of world peace.
Politics rule supreme.
And whilst the oil glints like gold,
The blood runs like water
And the conflict continues.
Innocence in the Congo is stolen at birth,
Like brides in Kyrgyzstan
And life universal.
The media is a double edged sword,
It violates and promotes hatred.
It calls for aid in Pakistan.
It destroys ignorance,
Like our notions of simple times
Of playing Cowboys and Indians in the leaves,
When global warming was called the Summer
And war was just a child’s game.
It’s untitled, unfinished and needs a lot of work, but at least I’ve done my challenge for today. Sorry about the morbidity, I was once told it was hard to write happy poetry and I have to agree (sometimes). Apologies for any insult to intelligence, the English language or the written word…a day of Harry Potter can do this to a mind.