Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light? Maybe not, perhaps his advocate. I am he and he is I. Of course I am not the Morning Star in the most literal sense - but I can be quite devilish. I seem to have a knack for getting people to indulge in their more mischievous side; perhaps I'm Loki in the flesh. Getting people to reassess their rote moral boundaries gives me pleasure - sadly I don't get compensated (not monetarily anyway) for that which brings me so much joy; stark contrast to my occupation.
Am I suppose to feel bad; am I going to burn in hell (where ever that is) for the things I do/did? Don't get me wrong, I'm not one to advocate misdeeds against humanity (no violence - though there are times when a good ass kicking seems to be necessary), just misdeeds of the flesh - the flesh is weak. And I'm fairly good with manipulating and surrendering to the flesh.
I'll be having a word with my imaginary therapist in our next session, I think we need to explore this neurosis a bit deeper. Any takers for a real therapist, I'm sure you would enjoy a stroll through my mind.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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