Being Your Own Cuckoo

  
Nobody cannot really enter in our brain and understand how we feel. Sometimes, it is even difficult and impossible to ourselves to detect and analyse our thoughts. In addition, individuals have to deal with the fact that life is such a perennial growth and consistent challenge.

Consequently, people are here and there losing it and be a little cuckoo. Of course some human beings are already crazy, but others will become one or increase their level of craziness.   Human beings take medications, meditate, get addicted to legal and illegal substances as well as to certain behavioral attitudes in order to balance their level of sanity.

Unfortunately or maybe luckily for them, some individuals start doing certain actions that will cause a state of bewilderment in others. Some people start screaming, talking to themselves, to objects like it were the most common habit. And so that makes us wonder if that is actually a good, possible solution to human beings’ issues. 

Should we all adopt these types of behaviors? And as a consequence, are we willing to see how people react to this new “us”? Well, at the very end, how much do we really care about what other individuals think? As a matter of fact, we are all dealing with our cuckooness individually and uniquely.

Vanity

Instagram, Facebook, social networks, and the request for attention.

The lack of self-esteem, the withering of real relationships bring continuosly people to post new pictures, status updates. In the past, individuals used to call their friends and family and to talk on the phone about life, job and the usual matters. Now instead, they declare how they are or how they want to be perceived by posting photos, quotes, random sentences and waiting for some sort of response by others: a like, an appraisal, some time even an insult. Anything rather than indifference.

Words should be spoken, while they are mostly written through comments of strangers and imaginary human beings.

Rather than being connected, people get more and more alienated in a surreal, ethereal world. 

 

What If

One day I will get on the bus and shout, “Hello everyone, when you see my beautiful figure getting on the bus somebody has to stand up and offer me his or her place.” and of course get my seat without any complaints?

Of course I am joking, but while I am stepping on the bus and I have to stand for a while before finding a place for my buttocks, it is normal to have this kind of thought. 

Now, I am finally seated so no more complaints. Let me sip my protein shake.

Happy Monday!