Meaningless Windows and Mirthless Joys

Posted by Wayne (Melbourne, Australia) on 13 July 2007 in Abstract & Conceptual.

It's raining outside at the moment...which is apt given my rather dark mood today. I'm just so completely sick and tired of having to face setbacks after setbacks. I'm completely fine with hard work. I don't ask and neither do I expect an easy life (that pretty much went out the window when I was a kid). I've always tried to do the 'right' thing and in the face of adversity, to dig in deep but it just gets down right pointless in midst of this constant series of, to misquote Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, the major falls and the minor lifts.

I'm sick of being baited to the point of joy only to see it being snatched away. Life is unfair they say but this is just ridiculous. I'm dog tired of having to help prop others up and having no one to prop me up. I'm frustrated and so incredibly boxed in. It irks me when I try to rationally explain things to other people only to get dismissed as having too legal a mind. I hate having to always play the 'good' part and retract statements so as to preserve harmony. In arguments with my sister when I was the kid I always stood down even when I knew I was in the right. Years later, I tell this to her and she says she knew I was right but she just wanted to win (Don't get me wrong here I will always love my sister to bits)

In my darker, more morbid moments (I have quite a few), I wonder if this is somehow a gigantic joke/misunderstanding that everyone else is in on but me. It's like I'm following the rules for chess in a game of cluedo. Social inadequacy on a massively compounded scale. My sister thinks me weird for being overly decent but is it that bad to want to be treated in the same manner I treat others? Is it that bad to be serious about what I do?

I'm tired of the fallacious calls, the superficial chitchats and the ever antagonising spread of the politically correct, that evil most passive-aggressive. I'm sick of that old lie I tell myself; that the high road will do right by me eventually.

In the army, in my lowest and most painful (physically and otherwise) times, I used to disassociate myself from where I was in the world and imagine that the objective was the high haven where I would find my rest and where I could finally derive meaning from. All else, from the pain to the humiliation, is acceptable because once reaching that point, that objective, all would be made clear and I would stand with no regrets, unashamed and proud even that I conducted myself with honor and to the fullest of my abilities.

That faith, that dissociative state of fugue, allowed me to get through the worst times in that life. That faith, that lie, no longer seems to hold for me in this one. It's worth is spent and once again, to misquote Cohen, I'll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing (to show for it). I wish this life and the things of it were more substantial and real. I wish for this window to disappear and I could feel this rain for something more than just the cold and damp it brings.

Make sense to me. Please.

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