Sunday, April 3, 2011

Because writing crappy poetry is my coping mechanism..

The human personality is something that’s both intriguing and exasperating. On one hand, it creates a way to assess things that are far from tangible in their existence, yet on the other it unintentionally walls people into boxes.

I happen to have this ‘fatal attraction’ to people with complex personalities. They make me think. Inevitably, I come back to the same core questions: Can people really change? Is a personality a label, description, constraint, or something completely different? Am I constrained to my personality, and can any level of alteration make me different?

A person of my acquaintance and I recently had a conversation at length about the four humors, and I think I have developed a theory about the way the four humors ‘work’ in people. However, my articulation seems to be at a loss tonight, so I’ll talk about it later. Hopefully, answering my questions at that time as well. For now, I’m done thinking. Today has been longer than I’d like to admit; full of new questions, scenarios, and stressors. For your reading pleasure, here’s some poetry I wrote a couple of months ago. It’s kind of in the same vein, perhaps little off topic, but I don’t really care. ^_^

Desperate to please,

I forged for you,

A new me.

I watered down the parts I knew you despised.

Re-proportioned areas you’d criticized.

Faithfully, I adopted your likes, dislikes, and beliefs.

You soaked up the lies, much to my pleasure, and relief.

But, I didn’t stop at preferences.

That would’ve been very amateur of me.

Using your various signals as references,

Every facet of your personality, I matched perfectly.

I clouded out the truth,

Diminished all trace of it.

Every inch of proof

Vanished.


Yeah, it isn't that great, but this is the internet there has to be something worse out there than this. Heh.