News reports can be depressing, especially when it is tough time in the economy, a toll increase, an interest rate raise, a job contact renegotiation can send us to a new level of misery, geologists are very busy trying to discover where “Rock Bottom” would be exactly.
In order to avoid discovering the new geographic layer of rock bottom first handed, we are usually bubble-wrapping ourselves in between layers and layers of optimisms a.k.a. friendships, lover(s), family, personal trainers, sex partners, therapy, battery operated toys, prescriptions and etc, but the questions is, could these bubble wraps of believing only be pushing our credit limit(s) instead of helping us through the hard time? In this money driven world, it’s not too hard to get fucked up; in terms of finance a person can declare bankruptcy and start again in a few years time; in terms of relationship, can one start again fresh? And is optimism harmful?
Hard drugs can rocket trip a person to the rock bottom (after picking them up for about an hour); would the sugar coating optimisms be a softer drug that is killing us softly? Each person reacts to a different medication differently, with no guideline in dosing optimism; are we only dangling between discovering the emotional equilibrium before going bankrupt? And may we make a note that whenever the environment changes, the equilibrium shifts and the search have to start all over again like a party game.
If you are a person of minority, it is not that hard to reach emotional bankruptcy before equilibrium; because you are dealing with the institutionalised self-doubt that is certainly adding salt on the wound.
Wicked Bitch urges everyone to stop and think before falling in to any traps, because there is a fine line between temptation and necessarity, and if you really look, you can define the true friend, good fuck or a suitable exercise plan. Until the day that we reach absolute Zen or Rock bottom, we can always indulge ourselves with small doses of friendship. And if you spare those times you are using to self-doubt, there’d be more time for your career, or a pottery class.
NB: Wicked met people who has no optimism before, they’re pretty fucked up miserable anyway. So roll your dice, take a deep breath, and see how this life takes you.
