MY OWN STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS [The Revenge of the Material Boy]




"I don’t think I’m more than you… you DO think you’re less than me”

Where’s that boy? I have no idea… it’s so hard to find someone you like and… when you find him… then you realize he’s not for you… why? ‘Cause you’re not what he’s looking for… why? ‘Cause you seem to be a material boy.

I’m the kinda person into the preppy mood but, guess what? I’m not the stupid, material boy it seems I am… to the contrary… I love fashion, I like pop music, sometimes it’s hard for me to understand many things about life, sometimes I’m kinda immature to understand you and understand certain things, even I wear preppy clothes and when you smell me you notice it is Chanel… 

BUT I’m not so stupid… 

I’ve suffered many things along my way, I know where I came from, I’ve lived many things that, I’m so sure, many of you haven’t yet and luckily I’ve survived! Life has been so hard on me and… well, I need to be strong everyday for not to fall down so I think it’s so stupid from you to tell me that I’m a daddy’s boy, that I’m a stupid material boy, that I’m a Barbie, that I’m the most stupid version of the Mexican Britney Spears… but you don’t know what my experiences are everyday, you don’t know my problems so deep, you don’t even know the reason of my personality… you’ve judged me wrong ‘cause you really don’t know the real me, you don’t even have a tiny idea what it feels like to fit into my shoes, you don’t even know how it feels so, may you please shut the fuck up? I don’t care what you do or what you say but don’t judge me wrong because I won’t accept it, and don’t try to talk wrong about me ‘cause then you’ll be in trouble.
I guess it’s not good to talk about myself but, you’ve not had the chance to know the real me ‘cause you talk about what you see but you don’t know what’s the real me… you said I’m material ‘cause of the way I wear my fancy clothes, ‘cause of the way I talk when I’m at phone, ‘cause of the music I listen or the people I’m hanging out with… you know what? You’re so mad! I’m a simple, human boy to meet, when I’m in love, I give all of me entirely, I love! I have feelings and emotions and I don’t categorize to others like you do. 

Do you know the reason why I’m like this? Did you know what happened to me when I was a little kid? Do you know how my family is? Do you really know how hard it is to live my life? How hard it is to vogue? What’s behind me? No, I don’t think so… you don’t even know what the meaning of “life” is. 

You do believe yourself so friendly, that you’re always right; that you got the reason when you talk, that you live your life so well, that you’re not material but a human mind, but it seems you’re a little boy fighting against puberty ‘cause you talk and talk but you never do something good. Yes, you’re right, we’re so different! I’m the mind, you’re the eye; I think but you just see… I’m so naïve, I believe in love and I believe in me, maybe that’s my sin, and I’m so sorry if you don’t but… thank God I’m in Hope, something you don’t know. 

Sometimes I use to think you don’t accept yourself the way you are and you see yourself reflected in me, that’s way you hate me, that’s why you’re intolerant to the way I am, haven’t you bought yourself a life yet? Look at you! Fix your strange life and later, try to fix others’, ok? Don’t try to tell me what’s wrong with me ‘cause you can’t even see what’s wrong with you… I ain’t gonna tell you what you have to do, that’s your job… but you just stop judging me and judging others wrong ‘cause you’re no-one…

I’m sorry, I put my eyes on you ‘cause I’m looking for my contrast, I look for a boy who’s different of my opinion, someone to be my other half and I thought it was you, and maybe you could but… you know… after all of these “requirements to be my prince” (as you said) the most important is intelligence and mind ‘cause I know I have ‘em too… nevertheless, I noticed these are the two things you lack of; and I ain’t gonna change you ‘cause this is the way you are and you’re “happy” that way… walking alone in the streets, or maybe with someone as crazy as you, with the same thoughts, thinking about no-one is as reasonable as you… but, even into the plastic life there’s one who’s got a mind… that’s me! And if you keep wrong-labeling to people, suddenly you’ll be alone and then you’ll plead for someone.I’m not looking for my perfect match, neither for my prince into my fairy tale… 

I’m just looking for someone to be my difference, someone to love me and accept me the way I am… maybe I failed today, but let me tell you all that don’t take the first sight of me… know me, talk to me, then you’ll see I’m not the material boy I seem like.

Love,

Imanol



Dedicado a Dante.

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