Who are you?
You might be someone’s enemy. And someone else’s best friend. You might, just as well, be someone’s loved one. But then again, someone might hate you to death.
But, YOU, when you think about yourself, do you do that in relation to others? Is that the right way to try to understand who you are?
Someone might consider you are really smart. Or talented. Others might just think you are dumb and ignorant.
Do YOU have the strength and knowledge to judge yourself from your own prisma? Or do you rely on other’s opinion? And if you do all your judging by yourself, do you ever feel lost? Just by realising that who you are is totally misread.
The conflict between what they think and what you feel might be strong. But the conflict between who you are and who you think you are is much stronger.
If YOU keep going back and forth between who you are and who you think, trying to see the real you, you just might end up feeling lost and empty. Empty of yourself.
I feel lost… And empty…
Who are you?
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People think it’s all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn’t do it. After all, we’re not fucking stupid. At least, we’re not that fucking stupid.
Do you find that this approach usually works? Or let me guess, you’ve never tried it before. In fact, you don’t normally approach girls - am I right? The truth is that you’re a quiet sensitive type but, if I’m prepared to take a chance, I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal. Taxi! A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But hey - don’t us girls just love that?
Now, I’ve justified this to myself in all sorts of ways: it wasn’t a big deal, just a minor betrayal, or we’d outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing, but let’s face it, I ripped them off. My so-called mayes. But Begbie, I couldn’t give a shit about him, and Sick Boy, well, he’d have done the same to me if only he’d thought of it first, and Spud, well, OK, I felt sorry for Spud — he never hurt anybody.
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person, but that’s going to change, I’m going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.
Renton - Trainspotting
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Hm… Thanks for the quote.