My Boogie

How do you define as a social relationship. For some, it is seen as a gainful social interaction of which is characterized by a cordial engagement. This means that all social interaction is formalized by the very fact that one must have direct verbal conversation to consider as a typical social interaction.

Hence then insofar perhaps, Micheal Jackson must be the most social person since his words are heard by millions and billions of people but where the opposite party is not heard at all. Social interaction is not just defined by this particular manner. Any form of action of which derives a social function of which to communicate a certain message in any way is consider a proper social interaction.

Hence when one act in opposite reaction of which is expected and insofar that he/she is trying to tell me something- be it hostile or otherwise- is consider a social interaction.

In recent times, I have began to realise that everywhere I go, everyone is trying to tell me something. It is like everyone single moment, everyone is screaming into my ear and grabbing my eyeballs and telling me that come and look me and hear what I have to say. I never get bored of this silent communication of which sometimes I honestly find it rather amusing.

Sometimes, I almost feel the world knows me better than I know myself. It is like trying to anticipate my every single thought and every single move. Everyone is my friend and my enemy all at the same time. I feel like I am Mark Zuckerburg with friends everywhere I go of which knows everything about me but I nothing about them.

Things always happen around me for some apparent reason- and I consider this as one of the most social activities in this world. Can you imagine being known without needing to introduce yourself and for some apparent reason, even when no red carpet is being rolled, it never ceases to amaze the extend of which developments unfold of which to capture my emotional salience. This require more effort than treating me like a star.

You ask me whether I have friends, I have friends everywhere, I make interactions every single minute of my life. Initially, it feels like it is extremely intrusive to my privacy but I began to see that the amount of effort everyone puts in to instill a level of emotional salience- be it benign or malign- is almost flattering. Can you imagine being the centre of the focus all the time without trying.

If all actions are couched towards advocating a certain emotional reaction, insofar then I consider this as a social interaction- why: because it is trying to tell me something, because you are "talking" to me- even though half the time I don't know what you are trying to drive at.

Sometimes, I think the world knows me better than I know myself. It is trying to warn me about things, trying to morally guide me and of course also get angry at me. If these emotions are not social, then what is: it is me who is anti-social whom is quite incapable of agreeing with them or replying them back. Therefore, I like to apologize to the world for all the time and effort into impressing upon me the existence of my inner most fears and desires and me not able to acknowledging them all of them. It is really a shame the amount of fruitful intentions into communication that insofar that I am quite incapable of acknowledging every single one of them.

 
The biggest form of flattery is always imitation- be it to impress or to frustrate. Although, I get irritated when people imitate or follow my every single move- I must say that it must have hit a raw nerve inside of them to really remember the minute nuances of my actions. My little muscle spasm or my nonchalant swipe at boogie in sometimes not so private areas. I really thank you for all the gentle reminders of which much effort must have been laid to impress upon me my most gentle actions is under tight scrutiny. You must really hate or loved me for making all these arrangements insofar to remind me of my unfounded insecurities.

I would like to say I am extremely insecure about exposing my most private moments of which to show my most vulnerable sides. Everything that is arranged to hit a raw nerve, really did hit a raw nerve.

Hence in response to the overwhelming demand of which to hit my most vulnerable areas and weakest spot, I would like to congratulate you that you have succeeded and I feel extremely insecure about showing my ugly and unsavoury side and at the same extremely guilty to succumb to human sins of which it seems only I should be impervious to. Trust me, I really do hear you and feel for you and feel your efforts. It really hurts so bad that I find it difficult to express in words.

Everyone is so nice to me and so cordial to me and at the same so socially inviting to me- even though I would have to expand the definition a little- that I feel terrible for not responding in kind.

Therefore I would like to take this moment to express my gratitude towards me for showering me with so much time, effort, coordination, patience and communication- and all other qualities- of which to remind me that I have no privacy that I feel you and I just like to say that: The pleasure is all mine.

P/S: A big boogie just came from out my nose. It is extremely satisfying to say the least.

Cheers

Eugene