Sometimes, and I should be one to admit this once and for all for irony’s sake; she has to bask in glory at my expense every once in a while, patterns are there for a reason. Even if they’re not very functional, they sometimes prove less dysfunctional than others and are settled on as a compromise to save face and make everybody happy. There are unwritten codes that everybody seems to know about and follow, and those who break the code aren’t always graced with a fairytale ending, because odds are 99 to 1 that you’re not an exception. You think that having the balls to do something and breaking the pattern will actually be the magic pill that solves everything because nobody else thought of it now did they? How naïve can one person get? There’s a pattern, and the pattern is there for a reason, some people are graced by the pattern. Others, well, not so much. And a handful really get their nuts in a vice holding the shortest end of the bargain with their pride running off and disowning them for the nearest shrub, reincarnating as a mug of coffee that’s always there till people need it, and it knows deep down that people will inevitably want it because, hell, who can live without coffee man? Coffee is the ultimate smooth-talker; it’s so smooth it doesn’t even have to talk.
You’re not really supposed to get this, or maybe you will, trick is, you’ll never know if you got it or not now will you?
Patterns are there for a reason. Those who break the pattern are there to prove that the pattern exists for a reason, because in their mortification lies the pattern’s true essence. Their experience does the pattern’s job most of the time, and the pattern lives on because those who were bold enough to break it were not unbreakable themselves.
Naïve? Maybe. Bold? Definitely. Invincible? I beg to differ.
Karma thrives on patterns, and since Karma is a bitch, she doesn’t like to be crossed. However, since she’s also a bitch, she can get biased sometimes, fall for somebody here and there. Keep the illusion alive. The illusion that feeds the pattern that feeds her. It couldn’t have worked out better for Karma now, could it? It all fits in perfectly.
Everybody loves a rebel, but how many times have you seen a rebel get what he wants? How many times have you actually seen a surviving salmon that swam against the flow? If they swim with the flow, the current will eventually lead them to the place bears wait for food to arrive like a cozy couple that have already reserved, ordered, broken the ice and are waiting for food to come, to them, almost voluntarily, in a restaurant as they talk out everything that they think they control but really don’t; they’d stop talking as soon as the food comes, won’t they? They can’t control everything, they can control when the food might come; because with credit comes control. Any sort of credit and any sort of control. I wouldn’t see somebody expect the food to come in time if they’re known for their bouncing checks. And they can’t expect the food to come in time if they’re used to having rain checks. On a similar note, not a lot of salmon survives the immigration, but then again how many salmons have you heard of that survived because they didn’t feel like immigrating this year?
People who call patterns a cycle are those who’ve been in it long enough to know what a cycle feels like and have given up on trying to feel anything different out of it, or those who’ve never followed it for the adrenaline rush of knowing, if just for a second, that it may or may not change. But what they don’t know is that not following the pattern is a pattern in itself, which Karma inevitably controls. You can’t find a loophole in the laws of nature. That’s just how it is. You’d be naïve to think that you can change, bend, or even put a tiny little dent in the pattern. Because hell, it’s more elaborate than you think it is, little fellow.
Social codes exist for a reason. Somebody got stupid way too many times and decided to put some ground rules. Unwritten codes are unwritten for a reason, that stupid person would never have documented how stupid they were. How would they gain enough credibility to get people to listen to them by admitting they’ve done everything they had in the list of no-no’s?
The pattern was made by stupid people who never wanted to be stupid again and ended up wronging the stupid people by making them even more distinct against those who supposedly have it in them. They’ve outlined their own stretch marks and mapped out all the mirrors and video cameras, but guess who got to use the video cameras, zoom in and put them for display in fluorescent lighting? That’s right, the Smoothies. The coffee mugs of the setting. Those who have the spreadsheet pre-installed in their system. The arachno genesis that inherited all the information without ever having to learn them by experience.
You learn not to be stupid from idiots, then what’s there to save if you’re an idiot? Good luck with the invisible cape, hero. Everybody is gonna feed off of you and nobody will ever know you even existed.
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