The 90% Man
And so here we are again. I see you closing up again, appalled by my most recent slip-up, one-off blunder, or whatever you wish to call it. How could you, you ask? I ask myself the same question, and I am confronting myself now in the same way, with the same violence that you shock me by. All in one moment do I notice how much stake I hold in you...I never knew I could elicit such a nature from you.
And I digress, another of my flaws. There's a part of me, which I shall call my 10%, which is alien to both you and I. Not quite true...I'd only like to think it's alien to me. I certainly know of it - however part of the process of being the 90% requires me to hide the 10% from you and me. Especially you. Especially me.
And the ironic, sickeningly ironic part of this is I know that I can never be the 100% man. I can never conquer that 10% that haunts you and me, and I can never let the 10% consume me like a cancer. It is impotent in nature, yet its existence is power enough over me, for it means I have no choice but to split the pie.
And so you implore...who are you? What defines you? Shall I be ignorant of the cancer in you, or shall I begin to believe the exception is the rule. Is what you hide about yourself more you than that you show, nay boast, to others? It's not easy to accept you as a broken up, neither-here-nor-there heterogeneous 100% in case you hadn't figured that out yet. It makes my job of understanding you and knowing you too difficult.
Yet that's what makes me human. The evil 10% that continues to feed me and misguide me and lets me indulge. The yang to my ying, if you wish. It isn't me, it's what I'm capable of. It is not impotent, it is alive and malignant and yet my greatest victory is now allowing it to spread. My own personal quarantine. More personal than anything else.
Revel in the 90%, for even if it is not the only piece of my pie, it has the will to prevail. It is what I want to be, and that is so much more important than my broken up, neither-here-nor-there heterogeneous 100%.
*know thyself*
And I digress, another of my flaws. There's a part of me, which I shall call my 10%, which is alien to both you and I. Not quite true...I'd only like to think it's alien to me. I certainly know of it - however part of the process of being the 90% requires me to hide the 10% from you and me. Especially you. Especially me.
And the ironic, sickeningly ironic part of this is I know that I can never be the 100% man. I can never conquer that 10% that haunts you and me, and I can never let the 10% consume me like a cancer. It is impotent in nature, yet its existence is power enough over me, for it means I have no choice but to split the pie.
And so you implore...who are you? What defines you? Shall I be ignorant of the cancer in you, or shall I begin to believe the exception is the rule. Is what you hide about yourself more you than that you show, nay boast, to others? It's not easy to accept you as a broken up, neither-here-nor-there heterogeneous 100% in case you hadn't figured that out yet. It makes my job of understanding you and knowing you too difficult.
Yet that's what makes me human. The evil 10% that continues to feed me and misguide me and lets me indulge. The yang to my ying, if you wish. It isn't me, it's what I'm capable of. It is not impotent, it is alive and malignant and yet my greatest victory is now allowing it to spread. My own personal quarantine. More personal than anything else.
Revel in the 90%, for even if it is not the only piece of my pie, it has the will to prevail. It is what I want to be, and that is so much more important than my broken up, neither-here-nor-there heterogeneous 100%.
*know thyself*
posted by Waqas at
12:21 PM
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maybe 90% is enough--if it's all you have to give.
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twice translated, at 3:46 PM
is that for me to decide? ;)
By
Waqas, at 9:00 PM
absolutely.
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twice translated, at 11:58 AM
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