79. Passive Leeches

Dear readers,

This week, I got a lot of work done in terms of bringing structure to my life. I did have free time to be able to work and binge-watch the show ‘The Big Bang Theory’ for the third time. On Friday, (20th December, 2019) I got my nose pierced. I’ve been meaning to get my nose pierced ever since I was a child and I finally got it done. So YAY. I played my first game of chess in a long long time. This week I thought I’ll talk about an experience that I’ve had difficulty letting go.

A little paragraph to better understand the writer: Me, as a person, I have this tendency to explain things. I need to explain why I am feeling what I am feeling. I need to explain if someone asks me a question. I need to elaborate. If someone asks me if I’m fine, I’ll explain why I’m fine or why I’m not fine. This need for elaboration often lands me in trouble. I feel like people don’t like explanations. I think people like everything to be short and sweet. Nobody wants an essay about what’s currently going on in their life. Nobody gives a shit anymore. That’s where I guess my love and fascination towards blogging increased. Because here I can say anything without a word limit. So what I’m explaining is what I’m feeling basically, in all my blogs. 

So there’s this concept that I’ve formed of people whom I’d like to call ‘passive leeches’. They have a way of leeching off other people’s success passively, owning the success like they’re the ones who’ve put in the hardwork and destroying everyone around them. They have a few qualities which would include having parents who are loaded with money, the ability to own the best things, the ability to dress well, the ability to walk in a room with 100% confidence and the ability to show everyone that they know it all. For better understanding; these passive leeches act like they’ve read and understood Ayn Rand when in fact all they’ve been able to read are Enid Blyton’s books and sometimes, I feel like they don’t even understand them.

I’ve known quite a few passive leeches in my life. Most of them don’t really affect me that much. I’ll explain a few things these Passive Leeches have done to me. These people make me feel bad for being smart. These people who have never understood Enid Blyton have the audacity to call me stupid for reading Ayn Rand. It’s almost ironical and amusing. These people have made me feel bad for working hard.

These people call me stupid for enjoying explaining things to people (refer to the beginning for the post). These people make me feel bad because of the colour of my skin. These people make me feel bad about having a clear skin. These people take my assignments, copy them word to word and gets better marks than me. These people steal my ideas and use them to get better marks. These people told me that I’ll look like shit if I get my nose pierced. These people seek out for my help and my notes to help them pass an exam but don’t have the decency to acknowledge the fact that I’m helping them.

If I am honest, I’m getting a little tired of people like them. Because it got to a point where I started defining my worth yet again and changing the way I’ve lived my life because of passive leeches like them (not in a huge way but in a way that affected my life). 

I know for a fact that I’m more evolved that they are. I am not going to let them define or change who I am. I am not worthless. I may not be confrontational but I am definitely done letting the be an important part of my life. I don’t care if this makes me look snobbish or proud.

I’ve had this blog idea for almost the last 3-4 months, but I didn’t have the time to execute it properly. Now that I had the time I thought I’ll write it down. I hope you all had a great week. May the upcoming week be filled with joy, happiness and productivity. Also I know it’s almost 3.5 days early but MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY. Have a lovely cozy Christmas!

Regards,
Realistic Beginner.

33. Escaping Reality

Dear readers,

This week I wanted to speak about “escaping reality”. The books I read, the TV shows I watch, the movies I watch, the sports I regularly try to watch, anything I do apart from what I’m “supposed” to do, is to escape reality.

I am not ashamed to say it. I find it hard/boring if I am doing anything or watching anything that reminds me of reality. This doesn’t mean that I dislike reality or can’t accept reality in any way. I accept reality, wholeheartedly. When I want to escape it for a brief moment, then I look for something fictitious or extremely entertaining.

Like say for example, reading non-fiction books. I can never bring myself to completing a non-fiction book not because it wasn’t written properly or it’s not good enough, but because it’s not taking me to another place (in a sense). I would rather read fiction and mystery novels. This helps me escape reality.

I love doing things which momentarily helps me forget about anything real and helps me get engrossed in the said thing that I am doing. Yes, what that thing is varies from person to person. Secretly, I want to learn how to play an instrument for this sole purpose.

Writing is another way of me escaping reality. Finding the words to say, understanding and comprehending what I want to say and finally putting my thoughts to words; gives me the high and helps me escape reality.

Find the things you love. There is nothing like it. Let your mind be dedicated to that one thing for a brief moment. That is in my opinion, the best feeling.

Please share your thoughts. What are the things that you do to escape reality? Hope you have a great Sunday and a great week ahead. See you next Sunday.

Regards,
Realistic Beginner.