Retiring...
Stand-Alone Dreamer | 2 April 2006, 12:09amNothing gold can stay. The brightest stars burn fastest. Even the mighty mountains lament the days they reached their peak. It's lonely at the top, but even lonelier on the way down..on some girl you randomly met. The bittersweet taste of nostalgia. Prickly regrets assault my face as the moans of lost glory echo around me, almost as if they weren't my own.
Is this to be the fate of an internet columnist? No.. But only because I'm not so lucky. Here's where it all went wrong: Abstract wording got lost in the confusion, boner puns grew stage fright with repeat performances, and there are only so many ways to ridcule the things that happen around you. Yes, it's true. If you miss him as much as I do, you can find him at TDS. "Cut your hair, ya damn junkie!" he'll yell, then proceed into a story about his better days. No one is for sure what he's talking about. But what is for sure is that he's not happy.
- Getting It Right
Thanks for the memories...most of which were confusing and contorted..
It's sizing up to be a disaster if you keep talking to this man, but you feel a pang, and get the feeling that he needs you. His words strum a beautiful melody that you just cannot ignore, your ears hanging on for every chord. He recounts the days when he had friends, even girlfriends, and life was but a dream. He says he was once a beautiful woman, but that can't be right. He corrects himself, saying that he is just a lonely man who wishes that just once he had spent all night making soft, sensuous love to a beautiful woman. It never worked out that way, however, and he is everything but content with his life.
You start to feel bad for the old man, clearly everything in his life has been a struggle. You take a good, hard look at all the things in your life that you're taking for granted. You have no trouble picking up women. In fact, you even had a fling last night.. Then Why?
- Getting It Wrong
You snap back to the here and now, and find that same forlorn look on the old man's face. His eyes are shiny with the constant threat of tears, flickering as if an old film of all the happy moments of his life passed them by. His brow sits heavy over them. Like an awning weighed down with snow, it exists as a catalog of rejection and drama. His beard, grown out over the years, breathes with stories of drowning sorrows in strange drinks, and living with strange people. This man is in serious need of some hygiene.
The old man rambles on with conceited monotony, but you are entranced with the notion that there may be something to learn from his woes. He continues, purging himself of stories long locked away. His years have been spent toiling endlessly on the internet, making people laugh, while never letting himself crack a smile. People loved him, but he never loved himself, nor ever let himself be loved. He tells you that he was foolishly obsessed with his dreams of being a star. He wanted the whole world to know his name, and exhausted himself in the process. He tells you that he hit bottom..rock bottom...rock on the ocean bottom at its deepest point. And then he hit molten rock bottom swirling beneath the earth's crust. He has known personal hells that make the Great Depression look like Christmas. As you feel the sadness radiate from his soul, you have to wonder if this man's haunting life is due to his birth under some cursed zodiac. You walk away from this man confused because he literally sat with his junk out the entire time, and didn't notice...
When you touched it.
- Getting It At All
Who was that old man? Why is he affecting you so much? What was the point of meeting him? You go back to your life, and try to have fun with your friends and family, but it just doesn't feel right. You barely even touched your dinner, and a wrenching feeling has sunk into your stomach. You wish you could have done something for that poor, decrepit old column, but it's just his time to go, and you start to compile a mental list of why:
- His articles were infrequent and runny.
- He abandoned everything that was 'His'.
- He was tired and drained.
- He had gone farther than his legs could carry him.
- Even now the reader is getting annoyed.
- Being male, how much more abstract can you get?
- Being female, how much more in the clouds can you get?
- Girlfriends, wait does that mean that he ever had one?
- Yes, He had!!!!.
- His column had the most hits, the day it gets posted
- He grew jaded with fame, thought he was hot shit, and then lost touch with his audience.
- He mocked everything in this world, and it became too self-aware in a modernist sense in which the writing itself, rather than merely the content, became part of the humor. The result was a work which was readily more difficult and time-consuming to produce, with an audience that just could not latch on to the evolving state of his self-absorbed notion of humor. In essence, his standards became so high that he could no longer write to make anyone laugh but himself.
Abi: Guys, I'm sorry, but I'm retiring, The shadows will now cease to talk.
Fans: Please, Abi NO! We love you!
Abi: Look it's not you all, it's me. I've got some things I need to work out.
Fans: But what about all the great times we've had?!
Abi: I know, I know. I just need a break. Maybe someday I'll start writing again.
Fans: My friends were right. They warned me this day would come.
Abi: You think I like this any more than you? Well I don't, okay! It's hard enough leaving this behind without you putting all this on me. So you just take your guilt trip with you and show me tail lights...
Abi: Hey Guys, I didn't mean that. Come back here. I'm sorry... I'm just late, as always!!
Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: I wanna live my life!!!!
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1. By rags | 2 Apr 2006, 2:14am
Are u calling it a day?? You must be kiddin me :O
Just made this place a lil more monotonous..
2. By your fan :) | 2 Apr 2006, 2:14am
Don't go Abi...Don't go..
You can't go..I know :)
3. By worldlycitizen | 2 Apr 2006, 2:17am
hey, there u back again!! cheer up boy
You bring smiles to a lotta faces in here.
4. By Aran | 2 Apr 2006, 3:26am
You know you can't go anywhere in life if you come late, don't you? :p
5. By Stand-Alone Dreamer | 2 Apr 2006, 1:12pm
Another bout of madness guys, Pradon this insane fool!! :)
Aran: Guess I came late coz I went somewhere in life :)
Being late is a phrase that i've started enjoying off late..
Familiarity need not alwayz necessarily breed contempt!
6. By :-( | 4 Apr 2006, 5:07pm
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy
my heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover... have a hangover
Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up
I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb