You write on the table.
You put your plate on the table.
You use your laptop on the table.
You basically need a table for almost everything.

A table has become something that is a part of our lives. Permanently. It’s everywhere. I mean not literally everywhere but you need a table for a lot of things. It’s like when you enter a home without any table, you’d be able to notice the difference. But when a table was first invented, was its purpose to make our lives easier or a must-have?

What happens when there is no table? You struggle. You have to search a stable area to eat your food or maybe use alternatives to make eating more comfortable. You struggle to write in your best handwriting by laying that paper flat on the floor or wall. You use your hands or thighs to support the laptop so you’ll be able to type. And the possibilities goes on.

You probably think I’m insane or just not in the right type of mind typing shit away about tables. A f****** table. Before you could judge me smartypants, let me tell you something. It takes someone who is DEEP to relate the existence of a table to y(our) life.

Think about it. A table is a must have because it makes my, your, OUR lives easier. But the very first reason of it was to simplify our lives BUT we human totally depended on it WE made it a must-have! In other words, we get too attached to something in our lives that we constantly need it or we would feel empty or almost awkward without it!

“IT” could be anything. I don’t have to give examples cause it would be a long one I assure you. Maybe if we try to detach a little bit and find other alternatives, we could find something more better or more worthy of knowing or maybe keeping. If it doesn’t work then you know at least you came out of your comfort zone and try searching for something different and know why it was there in the first place.

Don’t be afraid of having nothing to depend on. Things are there so you could use it or keep it BUT nothing was made to last. Come out of your shell. Or else ask yourself, “Are you really happy or just really comfortable?”



Why I’m Not “Good People”

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I’m not a nice person.

I’m not a good person.

I’m not a kind person.

This isn’t to say that I don’t ever try to be any of these three things.  I do, especially the last two.

It’s more to say that, for me, surviving in this cissexist, racist, ableist, heteronormative, classist, often fucked up world of ours has involved rejecting the idea that “good” and “bad” are static states of being.  I will never be a “good person” because, to me, “good” is not something that you achieve.  It’s an ongoing process that never ends.

It is, in fact, almost impossible not to be doing bad things as well as good when you are human and therefore flawed.  Especially when you are part of a messed up system, as we all are.

This, to me, is why it’s important to call out bad behavior, or hurtful language, or even…

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That feeling you get when someone do things that question you; when all you wanted was nothing but answers. Is it safe to say that they made you realised the possible, or should you at least be offended?

 Everyone from all walks of life has experienced at least one major downhill moment. I dare you to correct me if I’m wrong; but there was never a time we do not look back at it and say “How could that even happen to me?” Or many times “Why did he/she do that to me?”.

Like a rat digging up its safe place to hide, we dig our brains for any possible answers. But the deeper you dig, each hole delivers a question. And then you start to re-enact the scenario and actions of the person at that point of time till your brain juices run dry. Then you gave up.

It was only when you gave up searching for answers, you soon start to realise people act a certain way or do certain things cause that was their answer. They never told you but they did it. It’s just another way of saying “A question for a question.” They do things that question you, without realizing that’s their answer for their actions.

I’m lying if I said I don’t wanna hear the answer from that person’s very own mouth but I’d rather go into deep thoughts and trust my conscience. Sometimes your answer sounds better than theirs.

Before you start killing your brain cells thinking of “Why”, play back the scenario in your head. Trust me. You’ll find the answer. Heave a sigh of relief because  you knew why, and never need to wonder why.