The Daily Dark

Today I’m going on a strike and not taking my pjs off.

The idea of falling asleep early in the night and waking up at 5 am to read with a bar of chocolate as my only companion has long stopped being romantic. I do my best to keep the right side of my bed crammed up with soft, plush toys. I have two penguins, two frogs,two ducks, three monsters, and three Cheshire cats. 

But somehow this morning they are proving not to be enough, they don’t answer back to the contradicting discourses in my head. I feel somewhat of a maniac preaching to my self,answering to the book I’ reading why I’m more like this character instead of that one. So maybe in order to keep on reading an d living in my world of ink and paper I should just get all those unoriginal discourses out of my rambling brain. I’m currently reading the trilogy of the Hunger Games. At first I was quite esceptic, as I’m with all media my sister suggests. Not because it will be “low quality” but because I know I’m gouging to end up cursing reality for not being as beautiful as in books, music and cinema. I hate to have my heart beating to each phrase murmured to the heroine of the story, of feeling myself lifted up the ground in Gale’s arms, of holding silently Peeta’s hand searching to comfort him, of feeling the warm of the spark of rebellion between my legs, my eyes and my smile-and then coming back to reality where those stories happen but not to girls like me. Girls like me, well, we know that those stories are like cupcakes, sweet, beautiful but over so soon. Furthermore for being such a girl you’d have to be painstakingly beautiful but not aware of it (or maybe yes) and always amazing the reader with a change of look. The tomb boy turned into a princess with a professional haircut and high heels or the high heels princess turned into a fierce warrior. It is always the same story of how beauty is perceived.

Argumentum ad nauseum would say a teacher who managed to make me see more of the world that I wanted to see. IF something is repeated enough times it will become a social truth. Even if it is not. Thanks to the silence of the embittered dreamers, we only have the sickening discourses of the others to believe in.  Is then, the one good for all a question of marketing? We are living quite an exiting era of marketing, with youtube, tumblr, Facebook, twitter, linked-in…you name it, there are so many mediums to get people to buy something and feel identified with that object that it is impossible not to wonder, why aren’t such technics employed in creating a better world? Of course that every society  is different, that one is good for one is bad for the other, that politics are a thing of social consensus and not authoritarian dictation. I don’t say that marketing should be employed to brainwash people into marriage with one idea but into caring for their world.Another voice within me answers, but such campaigns are indeed being created just that not enough people care for them. I wish, I wish, I could attend to a class were someone would explain me the social theories behind it all. What has already been said, what has worked, what hasn’t, what is still to be discovered. I don’t know if such a class exists or if as they say, the biggest classroom is that of life. And in it there are no grades, only good and bad experiences.  Maybe I’ve got the bends. http://youtu.be/5fu6dABbfMg Who knows?

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 A desperate person, unhappy with the way society works might just as history not only the Hunger Games say, catch fire with the smallest spark. Here comes the moment when I become frustrated at having no answers and only questions and decide that I’m going back to my sister’s book. Back to the streets of Panem, to a world that fits in a square  page and that is fueled by the amount of chocolate in my veins. Truth be confessed I don’t know if I’ll be able to eat more chocolate after I finish it. XD