Normalcy.

Sometimes when the chemicals in her bloodstream took over and she found herself feeling sad, she wished she was normal. Someone who looked around and saw cars, motorbikes and retail stores, not the greed and gluttony of humanity. Someone who looked up to the stars and saw twinkling dots of beauty, not burning spheres of flame that would incinerate her in minutes. Someone who could make conversation without a side dish of stutters and awkward silences. Someone who was accepted by society and comfortable in their world. Someone, who was the opposite of her.

During these periods of less-than-happy emotions, she hated herself. She hated her figure and her baby features. She hated her chapped lips  and her ugly nail-bitten fingers. She hated her inability to concentrate on her studies and that she had no motivation or will power to take the time to practise her hobbies. But most of all, she hated her conscious mind for allowing this hatred because she knew that others had it worse. While others struggled to earn money and went hungry, she had all she needed to survive and yet she didn’t make use of her resources. And yet, she sat wallowing in self despair wishing she wasn’t born.

However, this mood passed, like it always did, unravelling the shadows strangling her. She could think again. She could have hope again. As she made her way into the sunlight, one slow step at a time, she built a wall  around herself, separating her from her negative thoughts. Pretending they were never there. As the sun rose higher and the wall grew thicker, she began to function again. Her heart beat steadily, her eyes remained dry. She could remind herself that she wasn’t alone; that she had family and friends who would help her. She could look at the cars, motorbikes and retail stores and see a species that was trying its best to keep its little corner habitable. She could laugh and smile and have conversations about the stars, the milky way, the universe, without feeling like she was drowning. She could make conversation with a stranger without feeling bad about her awkward personality. She felt better.

Even though she knew that the day, where the wall would collapse and plunge her back into the deep recesses of her mind, was coming, she was happy. With her no longer clouded mind, she realised that nobody was normal. Not her, not her family, not her friends, not the newborn baby, on the opposite side of the planet, named Javier.

And for the first time since her last breakdown, she knew that this was okay.

-Icarus

Standing alone.

The issue of bullying has plagued school systems for a long time. And in recent years has increased to alarming levels. Many cases leave the students with emotional scars that run deep and never fully heal, and some even have young children thinking that they have no other option but to end their lives.

This needs to stop. How can we just watch as these children get abused in every possible? How can we be idle spectators to their pain, as they distance themselves from the world for fear of running into their tormentors. Or maybe worse, plastering fake smiles and easy grins on their faces and pretending nothing is wrong. How can we ignore the bruises peeking from behind shirt collars and the colorful personalities huddled behind terrified souls? They are fellow human beings, just like us, and yet we let them fend for themselves, making them grow to hate their appearance, gender, sexuality and heritage. Making them grow to hate their very being. All just because they aren’t the definition of “cool”.  Oh, do excuse us for expressing ourselves the way we want to.

It isn’t enough to feel sympathetic and watch. There’s strength in numbers. If you’re worried about yourself getting hurt then it just shows your character more than anything else really. Stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone.

-Icarus

Edit by Iris.

Dang those smart Greeks.

If I said the word catharsis out loud to a person who didn’t know what it meant, they’d probably think its cannibalism or something.

I was one of those people, not gonna lie. I was convinced it had something to do with the devil or something really morbid, which awakened my curiosity even more, and led me to find out its exact meaning.

Thank goodness for the internet. That brief moment of ignorance was pretty embarrassing now that I think about it.

Anyways.

Catharsis is, to put it in a simpler way, releasing pent-up emotions inside you through some form, in an attempt to get rid of them in a purifying way. These emotions usually consist of fear, anger and pain. An example could be watching a hilarious movie or reading a particularly melancholic book, even though you know you’re gonna be bawling by the end of it. It’s an attempt to cleanse yourself and it makes you feel like you can start over, in a way. Most of do this rather unconsciously, and it genuinely is a great way to make yourself feel better.

Music. An amazing(and the most common way) to free those salty drops of H2O. Nothing like a bunch of  thirty-something dudes wearing black eyeliner screaming angst to get the mood going. Maybe Beethoven gets those tear ducts working. I wouldn’t know. Whatever your taste, music is the best therapy(in my opinion). Not only for us, but also for those who write these lyrics. Everyone has their own way of letting those feelings break through, be it writing, music, writing music. We all gotta find what works best for the mess that we are.

Now let’s talk about plays. Theater. Acting.

What exactly is the point of these plays? 

(I find myself asking this question a lot. For almost everything. To the despair of my mother. Who just wants me to peel the damn potatoes without getting too deep.)

A distraction? Totally. Entertainment? Mostly yes. Who doesn’t like a bit of drama every now and then right?

What about tragedies someone may ask. They definitely not entertaining in the same way as the theatrics of dear old Lancelot. But they could be so, if you get your kicks from seeing actors play dead, a morbid curiosity as to how exactly Romeo and Juliet killed themselves, or if you just wanna poke some fun at how silly people were and how funny they talked. In all those ways these tragic plays are just as humorous as their comical counterparts.

All those aside, our smart Greek ancestors had their objective of such plays clear in their heads, even if they didn’t have a difficult-to-pronounce word to go with it. And we made fun of the ‘thee’s’ and ‘thou’s’ like there was no tomorrow.

Their aim, their ‘point’ as I called it, was catharsis. These plays were made to be cried for. They were created with the sole purpose of getting people’s emotions out of them. All those manuscripts and clean-shaven boys to play women were all part of a healing process that very few understood.

Mind. Blown.

Call me a word nerd all you like.

Catharsis is pretty dang cool.

And the Greeks were pretty dang smart.

Dang those smart Greeks.

-Iris

(P.S – There are 555 words in this and I’m very unnecessarily proud .)

 

 

 

Press-ing the issue.

via Daily Prompt: Farce

Media is playing a huge role in our lives whether we like it or not. The news blaring in the morning while everyone gets ready to go about their day is very ordinary in most households these days. I’m not just talking about the television, no. I’m talking sources, huge sources, like newspapers, billboards, mobile phones, the internet. You’re exposed to so much, and you wonder when this change occurred.

Looking back the only news my grandparents probably got and most people cared about was whose daughter is getting married next or that so-and-so’s sister’s grandson’s seventh cat passed away. Just saying.

Right now we can say we’re at a peak. We’ve reached a point where everyone is questioning the verity of the news that reaches our ears. “If everyone’s talking about it then it must be true” stuff. Standing on precipice, what do we see? What is the future of information in general?

Wikipedia would be a prime example in this case. We’re told so often that everything on the internet isn’t true. Why not? If the internet, which is accessed by so many people, children and adults, is full of wrong data, in time everyone will be convinced that half of it is just a farce. Everyone has the right to seek the truth, don’t they?

The saying “Seeing is believing” has totally lost its meaning. The discovery of the many uses of Photoshop and the overuse of clickbait has made us ask the ‘wh’ questions more than ever. What happened to the actual content? If people making millions on YouTube by dissing other people isn’t a slight cause for worry then I don’t know what is.

Never mind the fact that its getting scarier by the day to upload a picture online or give your own opinion for that matter. Hate comments are something that public figures must deal with on a daily basis. There’s lesser platform for encouragement as the days pass. I completely agree that criticism is necessary for anyone who seeks to better herself or himself, but not by telling them to go kill themselves or that they don’t fit societal standards!

The final question would probably be. If we are on the cliff. Barely reaching the edge. Grappling at the pieces of our shattered existence not knowing what’s true and what isn’t. Then are we choosing to fall off kicking and screaming, or jump willingly?

-Iris

Humans Are Idiots

This very simple fact is often forgotten as we exist in our monotonous lives. We wake up, eat, study and work, all the while staring into a blue lit screen. Then we lose ourselves to our reboot system and start all over again. We’re machines, programmed from the time we came into this world to do one thing only. Earn money.
It is drilled into our brains from the moment we can fully comprehend and communicate with our surroundings that we must do whatever we can to earn money or we’ll be useless in the world. We are asked to be happy only if we’re already rich. If not, it’s better to work a desk job than start your own business. We’re asked to follow our hopes and dreams only if it’s a promising career path. If we want to become an artist or an environmentalist or a freelance writer, we’re asked to keep it second priority, and instead get forced into a science or commerce job. You know, just in case we don’t earn much in a job we actually want to do.
We’re asked to learn a bucket load of waste in school, instead of being taught things that would save our lives in the real world. Instead of learning how to do taxes and managing finances. Instead of learning how to make a healthy meal without blowing it up. Instead of learning how to survive as an adult without our family handing everything to us on a finely carved platter.

So yes, humans are idiots.

We have made our lives revolve around money rather than happiness. We value expensive items and societal standings more than we value relationships. We talk about making the world a better place to live in, not realizing that we were the ones who destroyed it to begin with.

I state, once again, that humans are idiots. Because only we would waste our entire lives saving money until it’s too late to spend it.

-Icarus

Being a girl shouldn’t suck as much as it does.

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.”

Joseph Conrad knew what was up.

I’m so done with the pink and blue stereotypes. Why can’t we all just be purple. Then maybe people would stop asking me whose side I’m on.

I present to you.

Reasons to become a feminist.

  • We’re told to love our bodies but we exaggerate if get comments like “She’s too thin/fat” or “She’s ugly”.
  • Being pretty is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
  • Terms like fat or thin have become some of the worst insults you can receive. Somehow being ‘fat’ is way worse than being a shitty person.
  • Why are we more likely than our male counterparts to be asked about marriage and kids?
  • A man sleeping around is called a player and boasts about it to his friends. A woman doing the same is called a slut or a whore and is made to be ashamed of her sexuality.
  • Anything we like or enjoy is a joke. Come on. We’ve seen it with yoga, Starbucks, iPhones, bands. We spend our hard-earned money on music from a particular artist because they’re ‘pretty’. Look at yourself. Calling us deranged, crazy, obsessive because we enjoy it and it makes us feel good. Anything wrong with that?
  • Being a housewife is looked down upon. Being a MOTHER is looked down upon. As if labor doesn’t feel like every bone in your body breaking at once. As if raising children and taking care of a family and a home is an easy job.
  • Being ‘ladylike’ is nothing but being polite and respectful. Shouldn’t everyone be ‘ladylike’ then?
  • Men are afraid of strong women because they can’t exert their so-called masculinity upon them.
  • There is so much victim blaming when it comes to rape and sexual abuse.
  • Saying “No,” isn’t code for “Convince me.”
  • It’s funny how my clothes give more consent than my mouth.
  • People refuse to believe or acknowledge the wage gap.
  • Everyone goes pale and turn away if I say ‘period’. There’s absolutely nothing embarrassing about menstruation. I refuse to allow myself to shy away from handing out a pad or tampon in public.

You should too.

  • I was taught to take a blade to my skin every time I was to wear a dress.                     (I was talking about shaving. What else did you think?)
  • I’m asked if I have a boyfriend more than I’m asked about my mental health.

More women are deprived of their rights than ever.

“Not all men are like that.”

ENOUGH ARE.

Men can be feminists too. It ain’t a religious cult with an initiation ceremony, or something that you gotta be ashamed of.

Stereotypes do not define me.

Being feminine isn’t weak. We are stronger than they think. We are stronger than WE think.

Now its just time to do something about it.

-Iris