The rules of engagement.

A friend asked me today why I wrote poetry or music or anything in text filled with angst and almost anger. Well fury was the word he said. But I chuckled and said to him that it was BETTER I sounded angry,or as peeved when I felt a certain way and expressed it through an art form than venting it out on someone innocent or a family member, friend.

How ironic. When we often encourage our friends to take their minds off unhappy things,or even silly trivial petty issues,such as little molehills (getting bad service,ripped off,taking the rap for something u had not done ect) they start writing their pent up feelings in songs and poetry, we censor them again and say, Hey,don't be so angry in your songs or poetry will u?

Typical.

When will we realize our ironies and our contradicting statements?The truth is,when people do let out their true feelings in their art as outlets,they are healthier than caging the repressed emotions and letting them decay for years. I am saying this in solid defence of my poetry and songs where most people question me once too many times in reference to the degree of rage they were written. I know they are thinking I must be some weirdass freako for being cheery and sugar and spice in person but mad as a mongrel when I write.Haha,let me explain the extremity.

The truth is I really really really like bright,cheery and positive thinking. But not in that pleasantville, Stepford wife kindda way. I believe that everything emanating from within must contain light and honesty,truth. Anger is an emotion to be reconciled and acknowledged. We do not glorify anger but neither should we deny its existence. The poetry I wrote the other day (refer 2 blogs ago) entitled Thisbe's Anger was a product of my sentiments upon hearing silly gossip about me. It was not even anything malicious but plain silly gossip,neverthless hurt me still. The team surrounding me knows how I hole myself up like Lao Zi,like a hermit fearing the wrath of unnecessary negativity and  pointless gossip (and being even a patron just by listening) because I simply feel uncomfortable. Call me a coward but I would retreat into my little shell when I know the energy is potentially gravitating towards that direction. I like hanging out with people who are energetic,fun,gregarious and full of vigour and life.

Some friends in the industry said it's just silly fun to gossip and rat about other people once in a while since "they might already have done the same to u or in future will) but I always believe in the cycle and repurcussions of random viciousness. Karma. If u started out being mean for fun towards others,u might get bullied for fun later too.

Anyway,I'm a frank,very direct person. I'm not as tactless as to tell u in your face in a desensitized way that I think U're a christmas tree or that u should grow webbed feet and quack like a duck, but I will really be upfront about things I like or not like.

So,this fellow that has addressed himself as my "good friend" started this spate of pointless rumours about how useless I am and that he doubted I even went to university and that I'm a vase,an air head. And since I've always been smiley and not fierce and bitchy in person, I seem to have no claws. Oh but,I too am a girl. Remember "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned", Thisbe's Anger is/was dedicated to him. And after I expressed my unhappiness, I'm all good now.

*The platypus is holding the fort in such deniable potentially combustible force. The need to  explode is sometimes so great especially in the light of such mofos who question her ability to function as a living,breathing being. Stupidity is infectious,almost like a cancer. The platypus thinks if she could isolate all that stupid cells created to destroy people pointlessly she could fill the entire pacific and indian oceans with them and the dead sea would have a new successor.