I’m often accused of ridiculing, mocking, and laughing at other people. Especially in Cyberspace this seems to be the case. Many feel I’m not taking them seriously, refuse to show them respect, and unsolicited pass judgment on them. Next to that, a majority believes I’m way too rude, flaming, condescending, arrogant, and exceptionally full of myself. That I keep on criticizing their sacred ideas, beliefs, and alleged ways of living, is topping it off.
And it’s all true. I am and behave like that.
Once in a while a creature pops up asking me: “Who the fuck gave you the right to act like that?” The answer to that is: “Well, actually a whole bunch of people, like for instance, I, jeg, eu, je, ikke, أنا , yo, ich, and of course the incredible אני.
At times, some of them can’t take it any longer, must give in to their anger, lose their cool, and, unable to cope with the exposure of their vanilla reality, start yelling stuff like: “Shut the fuck up Ayesha!” Rude eh? And so impolite too!
So here I am, a pariah, a persona non grata, hated and ignored, abandoned, refused asylum, and deported by the vanilla crowd from their holy premisses, as well as by those who entertain the illusion that they are different from the masses and are representing some kind of revolutionary/devaluated (bdsm) avant garde, a new generation preparing the coming universal matriarchy, or whatever other silly quest they might have decided to sacrifice their yearning soul to.
Zol es brennen, lol! Es macht mir nit oys.
Indeed I can only laugh at them, and occasionally give them a piece of my mind, to keep them awake, on the alert, aware of their rigid comfort zones, the nonsense they are spewing from there, and also to postpone a bit the inevitably gruesome end of their pitiful illusions, fraud, self-complacency, and the burial of their box. Yes I know, no need to tell me, I’m a saint.
But there are also a few which I don’t define as cattle, would never ridicule, or laugh at. One of them is an extraordinary woman I met in this medium some years ago. I’ve mentioned her before on this site. So here she is for a second time. It’s years that we communicated. That’s often happening to independent people. They meet, feel there’s chemistry between them, travel together for a while, till they find different trails to explore separately. Mentally they stay connected though, bonded without bondage.
I truly can relate to her. She’s a woman genuinely struggling with her passions, willing to put herself, her ideas, her beliefs, her convictions, and dreams up for discussion, without ever losing her integrity, honesty, and pride. Yes, there we have one I do respect, take seriously, hold in high esteem, and love. When we disagreed on something, i.e. religious matters, our disagreements became building blocks, not obstacles.
Here are a few (unedited) lines I wrote to her during the years which I wanted to share with you. Just a few loose ends, often brutally ripped out of the delicious context they once were in, presented to you in no specific order, but nonetheless revealing some thoughts for you to ponder, to internalize, and maybe of assistance to you to finally make that paradigm shift you say you so dearly want, but never could find the guts, energy, or the time to put into action.
Why I’m doing this again? Beats me. I just felt like it. That should be enough eh? Oh yes, more than enough.
On appelle gens de bien ceux qui font comme les autres. ........C’est la vie, la peste et le choléra!