Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Name.


Apparently the three most famous last words in literature, they epitomize the raw pain of betrayal, uttered by an ensanguined, dying Julius Caesar in finding out that his friend Marcus Brutus was part of the group of  senators who conspired his death ( read: "You too Brutus?"). There's something martyrising about being betrayed by the people who we trust the most, (Brutus, Judas Iscariot, Pétain... ) it is a complete violation of what we hold highest, one's beliefs about the person or situation are completely torn to the ground, if ever to be rebuilt again.
We can choose in this instance to either let bygones be bygones or be belligerent.
Ones' response to such situations go far in showing the persons' nature.
Within context, Caesar's last thoughts as he lay there bathed in his own blood, are likely to be ones of retribution regarding his former friend, but for all we know they could have been ones of forgiveness and absolution.
I guess history eliminates the latter speculation.

Monday, June 27, 2011

The End has no End.

I've been considering starting a blog for a while, but, like typical me, procrastinated. Talking about procrastination, I think that 99.999% of the virtual internet population wouldn't hesitate to agree that Facebook is a major incentive to waste your priceless grey matter infront of the screen for god knows how many hours a day. 
Hell, I could procrastinate my life away on Facebook and not realise, that tiny red number on the top left hand of the screen is like a speck of dust on a sparkly clean surface for someone with OCD.
It needs to be eliminated.
quickly.
Apart from this crackhead like behaviour (and the fact that it is most probably a CIA database... minor. but if it isn't, they're most certainly using it to recruit), I wasn't short of reasons to leave facebook.
I needed to stop compulsively spewing literal minute by minute updates of my life and reading other peoples' and start investing time in something constructive.
Like this.
So here you go.