Archetypical

QOTE:

“What’s his type? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or smoldering temptress?”

- Nicole Kidman, Moulin Rouge!

Some of the more interesting templates for characters that I personally wouldn’t mind being:

1. The mysterious stranger who cryptically leaves messages and clues, giving the impression that he knows much more than he is letting on.

2. The dark shadow in an alleyway, always one step ahead of the protagonist and an ever present yet unknown threat.

3. The tormented anti-hero, tortured by his shadowy past and haunted by decisions he was forced to make in years past.

4. The starving generic creative mind, thrust from her mere struggle for survival into a journey that may decide the very fate of the world.

5. The genius criminal mastermind, able to elude capture and commit heinous acts of criminal activity through sheer intellect.

6. That girl in the last entry.

Benches: Prologue

The harsh bite of winter is in the air. Yet there you lie, cold metal pressed against your back, gazing up at skeletal branches stretching to the slate gray sky above. You did not intend to linger at such a place. Yet here you are, hidden from many but exposed to some. You followed the seldom-traversed path you saw that day, a path that you had seen many times before but never thought to follow. Why does no-one know where you are?

Close your eyes. Listen to the whispers of the breeze rasping through the concealing hedge. Can you hear the rustle of the few dry leaves overhead, clinging desperately to the source of their nourishment, calling out to their fallen brethren crushed on the ground below? Can you feel the wan rays of warmth gently caressing your face as our dear yellow dwarf star bids farewell, à la prochaine and bon soir?

File it away. File it all away, just like you do any other hour of any other day. We live in the here and now, but you have no desire to participate in the present. The scenarios run through your mind, a constant barrage of those frivolous hypothetical junctions: what if, should I, maybe. Life will not wait for you. No one will wait for you forever.

Every moment of every day, you make decisions that will irrevocably and permanently alter the course of your life. Where we have come from, where we are… these are mere contrivances that allow us to see where we might go. Soon, you will come to realize this.

Open your eyes. Open your eyes, and see what there is to see.

Eye of the Beholder by ~RecklessConformity on deviantART

Unique Anonymity

QOTE: “anonymous:

The Prince of Thousand Faces,
The Unforgiving Demon of /b/,
The Vindictive One.
You got the point?”

- http://www.urbandictionary.com/

As a general rule of thumb, I don’t post anything that could potentially single me out from the crowd of thousands upon millions of anonymous names on this grand conglomeration of information known as the Internet. Behind your veil of firewalls and false proxies, you can impose your unique (…?) opinions and life experiences with impunity. With the Internet, you are who you choose to be.

I’ve realized that I have been guilty of these charges on more than one (read: very, very, many) occasions. Since then, I’ve realized that nothing in any given person’s life is unique. People want to be special; they want to feel as if they live life in a way known only to an elite few, if any. But how unique can one person be in a world of 6,648,921,407 (and counting) human beings? Similarly, coincidences don’t exist. Hear enough of a person’s life story and you will inevitably find strangely (?) overlapping events between your life and theirs. This in no way implies that you are star cross’d lovers or soul mates or any such similar idealistic predestined couple.

That being said, I think I’ll start breaking my rule of thumb with increasing intensity (read: more), starting with this fact:

People say I mumble some things. This isn’t entirely true; I am in actuality engaging in an aside. Pretty silly, eh? But hey, you never know. You could be on candid camera. You could be being spied upon. You could be living in a universe only existing in your mind. On the off chance that any or all of these are the case, wouldn’t you want your unique* (*see above) life to take the convenient form of a play so others can reenact it when you’re dead and gone? Of course, this doesn’t really apply to you if you’re reading this, seeing as how you can’t hear me mumble (but that’s what the parentheses are for).

P.S. The world population has gone up by 3,308 since I first typed it.

Foppotee

There’s a lot of pressure when starting a new blog. It’s a chance to wipe the slate clean, to reveal yourself in new and different ways. You’re allowed to establish afresh how you want to portray yourself, and (perhaps more importantly to some) how you wish others to perceive you.

Pretty heavy stuff to consider, eh? Especially when there are so many choices to pick from… should I go with the open source fanatic? (p.s. WordPress is open source.) Or the zany sarcastic one-line master? The deep and insightful erudite introvert? The confident confidant? None of the above? Verily I say to thee, there are as many facets to one’s personality as there are colors of the wind.

In the end, I’ve settled for what best describes me: a mere foppotee telling a simple tale. But in the end, aren’t we all?

Quote of the Entry (QOTE): “foppotee – n, 1663-1663. Simpleton. What a pitiful foppotee he was, always oblivious to our jeers!”

- http://phrontistery.info/, “Compendium of Lost Words”

Hello, WordPress!

A slightly more interesting greeting than the default.

Happy 2008!