British accent: Nasty
They told me not to do it! They even told me I cannot do it, that I could never do it! Well, wrong! Do you know the sound that your brain makes when the information that reaches it states you were wrong? It’s just as playing a game (for instance Want to be a billionaire?) only it’s louder and impossible to stand…
I’ve been having a revelation like this since forever. It’s just diiiiing! and then stop…think…analyze…let go…stop! Your thoughts are playing walkie talkie with you. Send data get info…input:output. All that chemistry is just like learning antonyms in school.
Remember that English teacher in primary? The one that made you pronounce all words with a sense of full responsibility for what you are saying? Like you had to swear to tell only the truth, no faults, no second chance… Like the future depended on your homework, on the addiction to your homework… Never would it have crossed your mind that sometimes maybe you will have fantasies about your teacher tied to the blackboard and still teaching… Come to think about it, that is the place where we all learn that nasty old British accent! The future of your thoughts, the liberty of your spirit, they all lie in the state of non awareness when leaning to actually talk like the British: about sun and rain, tea and parks, dogs and palaces, death and beer, being drunk and pissing… It actually gets worse everyday. And now who’s talking about ignorance?
