alright so first of all let me make something clear: you, very poetically — almost like a smarter holden caulfield, misinterpreted my piece a little. you thought i was making a philosophical discussion with a younger me, which i can understand since I’ve been nothing if not narcissistic but in this particular case i was talking to a young kid/baby after having done some bhaang – and i too all he said very seriously which was just the word ‘why’ (i seriously need to stop doing drugs). i noticed this from your comment on my post last time but i didn’t say anything because i found the interpretation so beautiful — also, i don’t really believe in explaining. but the reason i’m bringing this up now because you wrote your piece with that in mind and that’s what makes it so philosophically layered.
i read your pieces and you say you don’t know heidegger or cioran but you weave their talking points in your fiction so beautifully, it’s almost hard to believe. this makes me question if anyone really knows what they’re talking about and it’s just sheer unabashed naked honesty that presents itself as some profound realization to overthinkers doting on a piece (me).
you talk about identity a lot and not having some kinda agency in being born. This is actually what made me think of heidegger’s concept of thrownness — like the human condition is just this lucid reaction to consequences that were never really in our control from the time we’re born. Ontologically, this makes for an argument of absence of free will — and I feel using your younger self to hammer that point in because even though live feels out of our control and unnecessary now in our wasted youth; our childhood really is very dependent on the circumstances of our being. So, there’s like this cute juxtaposition between someone who should have some agency and someone who has none and the one having none is kinda holding the one having some hostage. so when you talk about miming your life away – it’s a very densely packed world of consequences that you hammer on because there is no free will and you’re pretending. maybe I read into it too much. maybe I smoked too much. but good god – it’s good! also, i think i read somewhere that jim morrison was reading heidegger when he wrote “riders on the storm” hence the first line: into this world we’re born, into this world we’re thrown.
and also, the latent horniness — good god sadim, she’s 12!! Running away from you life as to gather some semblance of control. the liberation in excercising libido. this is so densely packed. i love it! will, most prolyl read again and get back to you! but wah puttar! so so well written as always. you took my concept and ran – mine was just cheap jokes. this is an intense meditation. thanks for doing it so well!
the fact that your piece was a result of some bhaang makes it even more funny because that just means you can philosophise better when inebriated. and yeah you kinda explained about the kid earlier and I did have that in the mind (i have never really interacted with kids that closely) but i felt the urge to just write the kid as someone like a younger you, just quintessentially curious and everything. like that tells everything, doesn't it? almost like, "hey, so I have lived my life for this many years and here's what i learnt" and they just hit you with the most blatant, "why" and it makes you very existential and puts you in a crisis.
that's a wonderful realisation that perhaps wisdom is just an unconscious thing that people, a few decades back, had the words and clarity to jot down. but, it always comes down to the readers and their knowledge. so, thank you for trying to dig deep and inculcate points that relevant. warms my heart with nothing but gratitude to know such passionate readers.
and thank you so much for noticing the juxtaposition. it makes me feel so fulfilled as a writer :'D
also, yeah the latent horniness wasn't even horniness per se (like hormonal), it was meant to sound like shaming. this is the bit that actually inspired my most recent piece, and hence I just delayed replying to the comments here (also because I feel so loss at words at such long, heartfelt comments). it's just a devil's advocate which uncovered something more sinister yknow the basics.
anyway, thank you once again for writing such a beautiful piece and thank you so much for taking the time to read mine and thank you for being a constant inspiration to me. i do look up to you a lot.
A poignant reflection on the complexities of growing up. Your insights capture the bittersweet nature of leaving childhood behind and embracing the uncertainties of adulthood.
This was different from your usual pieces. The slight indulgence in humor in your usual profound ramblings ("because someone thought that was a sexy thing to invent: inevitability") was strange and nice to see. And even though you misinterpreted congrieve's piece a little, if one can misinterpret someone else's piece like this, then misinterpretations are very welcome indeed!!!
alright so first of all let me make something clear: you, very poetically — almost like a smarter holden caulfield, misinterpreted my piece a little. you thought i was making a philosophical discussion with a younger me, which i can understand since I’ve been nothing if not narcissistic but in this particular case i was talking to a young kid/baby after having done some bhaang – and i too all he said very seriously which was just the word ‘why’ (i seriously need to stop doing drugs). i noticed this from your comment on my post last time but i didn’t say anything because i found the interpretation so beautiful — also, i don’t really believe in explaining. but the reason i’m bringing this up now because you wrote your piece with that in mind and that’s what makes it so philosophically layered.
i read your pieces and you say you don’t know heidegger or cioran but you weave their talking points in your fiction so beautifully, it’s almost hard to believe. this makes me question if anyone really knows what they’re talking about and it’s just sheer unabashed naked honesty that presents itself as some profound realization to overthinkers doting on a piece (me).
you talk about identity a lot and not having some kinda agency in being born. This is actually what made me think of heidegger’s concept of thrownness — like the human condition is just this lucid reaction to consequences that were never really in our control from the time we’re born. Ontologically, this makes for an argument of absence of free will — and I feel using your younger self to hammer that point in because even though live feels out of our control and unnecessary now in our wasted youth; our childhood really is very dependent on the circumstances of our being. So, there’s like this cute juxtaposition between someone who should have some agency and someone who has none and the one having none is kinda holding the one having some hostage. so when you talk about miming your life away – it’s a very densely packed world of consequences that you hammer on because there is no free will and you’re pretending. maybe I read into it too much. maybe I smoked too much. but good god – it’s good! also, i think i read somewhere that jim morrison was reading heidegger when he wrote “riders on the storm” hence the first line: into this world we’re born, into this world we’re thrown.
and also, the latent horniness — good god sadim, she’s 12!! Running away from you life as to gather some semblance of control. the liberation in excercising libido. this is so densely packed. i love it! will, most prolyl read again and get back to you! but wah puttar! so so well written as always. you took my concept and ran – mine was just cheap jokes. this is an intense meditation. thanks for doing it so well!
the fact that your piece was a result of some bhaang makes it even more funny because that just means you can philosophise better when inebriated. and yeah you kinda explained about the kid earlier and I did have that in the mind (i have never really interacted with kids that closely) but i felt the urge to just write the kid as someone like a younger you, just quintessentially curious and everything. like that tells everything, doesn't it? almost like, "hey, so I have lived my life for this many years and here's what i learnt" and they just hit you with the most blatant, "why" and it makes you very existential and puts you in a crisis.
that's a wonderful realisation that perhaps wisdom is just an unconscious thing that people, a few decades back, had the words and clarity to jot down. but, it always comes down to the readers and their knowledge. so, thank you for trying to dig deep and inculcate points that relevant. warms my heart with nothing but gratitude to know such passionate readers.
and thank you so much for noticing the juxtaposition. it makes me feel so fulfilled as a writer :'D
also, yeah the latent horniness wasn't even horniness per se (like hormonal), it was meant to sound like shaming. this is the bit that actually inspired my most recent piece, and hence I just delayed replying to the comments here (also because I feel so loss at words at such long, heartfelt comments). it's just a devil's advocate which uncovered something more sinister yknow the basics.
anyway, thank you once again for writing such a beautiful piece and thank you so much for taking the time to read mine and thank you for being a constant inspiration to me. i do look up to you a lot.
areé your latest piece was a revelation, it made me a bigger fan than I already am
also, I’m like 4’7” so it’s physically impossible to look up to me
but yeah, it’s enjoyable to read your posts and don’t encourage my inebriation, coz I’ll take it to heart
'you're a docile novice' that's such a snobby shot, ahahahaha love it.
hahaha yep yep.
thanks for reading btw!
This resonated so much
A poignant reflection on the complexities of growing up. Your insights capture the bittersweet nature of leaving childhood behind and embracing the uncertainties of adulthood.
Absolutely did not expect to see a post like this here. But wow! 😵💫
This was different from your usual pieces. The slight indulgence in humor in your usual profound ramblings ("because someone thought that was a sexy thing to invent: inevitability") was strange and nice to see. And even though you misinterpreted congrieve's piece a little, if one can misinterpret someone else's piece like this, then misinterpretations are very welcome indeed!!!