First of all things, I should confess to have been thinking of writing about this for over a year , and now , on a Sunday , when I finally determine myself to push the envelope , I already feel a bit conscious of making public a few thoughts , which I thought were better to be kept clandestine not only from fellow humans , but also to an extent from my own conceivable self.
As far as my memory buttresses my claim, the word "cliche" entered my vocabulary sometime in the first year of college. Earlier I thought of it as a subsidiary of the word "Touche". It's almost embarrassing to recall instances and conversation where I'd use cliche and touche almost irreplaceably. If only one can exert oneself to imagine , that one may understand how undermining it would be to proclaim an act , though unintentionally, to be a "cliche" instead of a rightly deserved "touche". But as I am proud to acknowledge , this as a literary faux-pas is not even close to the worse I've been through in misinterpreting english language. My repertoire of misinterpretations has been so enormous that an occasional flip here and there , has been rather run of the mill. Not that anybody so far , has had either the energy or the will to denounce me for such hideous misuse of literal authority.
One may wonder why I seem to be so wordy sometimes , so complex, as it commonly conjectured . When I come to precipitate to an answer to that , I'm caught a bit coughed up. Not entirely because , I've always ostensibly maintained that I'm that "simple middle class guy" .To be honest, sometimes, I think I'm not, I mean the contradiction is only with the "simple" part, as far as middle class goes, if you'd ever have the pleasure of skimming through my ATM accounts, you'd prefer placing me in a category much below . But nevertheless, it's an extremely fashionable thing to say about yourself, isn't it ? Most diplomatically correct , as one may say.
It's this simple question I ask myself : Do I really want to be that simple a person ? The question rolls inside my intrepid brain like the little dice rolled over a board game , it rolls and rolls and finally unfolds a mystery of sorts. Well, the answer is: Not Really ! .
What "simple" has come to be interpreted today , goes hand in hand with a boring , cliched existence. The fact that a simple person is transparent, easy to influence and globally manipulatable, an image that ,in the minds of some ,may coincide with that of a glum sycophant. That's not what any guy would have in mind of becoming .
Yet, come to think of it, a complex guy who pretends to be simple has this divine authority to watch the worldly parody around him where people are more likely to assume that he's simple and confined within all the diminutive qualities of a simple person, that I've described above, is actually, in a much better position to manipulate things , for the world for him is transparent , people are puppets and their reactions cliche .It's just too simple . No pun intended.
If I'd prefer myself to be called simple? Well, I would rather leave that for myself to answer but not before another year.
As far as my memory buttresses my claim, the word "cliche" entered my vocabulary sometime in the first year of college. Earlier I thought of it as a subsidiary of the word "Touche". It's almost embarrassing to recall instances and conversation where I'd use cliche and touche almost irreplaceably. If only one can exert oneself to imagine , that one may understand how undermining it would be to proclaim an act , though unintentionally, to be a "cliche" instead of a rightly deserved "touche". But as I am proud to acknowledge , this as a literary faux-pas is not even close to the worse I've been through in misinterpreting english language. My repertoire of misinterpretations has been so enormous that an occasional flip here and there , has been rather run of the mill. Not that anybody so far , has had either the energy or the will to denounce me for such hideous misuse of literal authority.
One may wonder why I seem to be so wordy sometimes , so complex, as it commonly conjectured . When I come to precipitate to an answer to that , I'm caught a bit coughed up. Not entirely because , I've always ostensibly maintained that I'm that "simple middle class guy" .To be honest, sometimes, I think I'm not, I mean the contradiction is only with the "simple" part, as far as middle class goes, if you'd ever have the pleasure of skimming through my ATM accounts, you'd prefer placing me in a category much below . But nevertheless, it's an extremely fashionable thing to say about yourself, isn't it ? Most diplomatically correct , as one may say.
It's this simple question I ask myself : Do I really want to be that simple a person ? The question rolls inside my intrepid brain like the little dice rolled over a board game , it rolls and rolls and finally unfolds a mystery of sorts. Well, the answer is: Not Really ! .
What "simple" has come to be interpreted today , goes hand in hand with a boring , cliched existence. The fact that a simple person is transparent, easy to influence and globally manipulatable, an image that ,in the minds of some ,may coincide with that of a glum sycophant. That's not what any guy would have in mind of becoming .
Yet, come to think of it, a complex guy who pretends to be simple has this divine authority to watch the worldly parody around him where people are more likely to assume that he's simple and confined within all the diminutive qualities of a simple person, that I've described above, is actually, in a much better position to manipulate things , for the world for him is transparent , people are puppets and their reactions cliche .It's just too simple . No pun intended.
If I'd prefer myself to be called simple? Well, I would rather leave that for myself to answer but not before another year.
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