We are the triad. The Valkyries. The Furies. The Wayward Sisters.
Though one begat the other two, we are soulfully sisters.
We have the gift of foresight. We are all old souls.
We have been in this world for a long time to know that the whole world only 'takes from us'.
We are not here to learn or experience anything, We already know!
And We're here to put the others in their place.
And I of the triad is the extra perceptive one - So treat me with reverence!
Though one begat the other two, we are soulfully sisters.
We have the gift of foresight. We are all old souls.
We have been in this world for a long time to know that the whole world only 'takes from us'.
We are not here to learn or experience anything, We already know!
And We're here to put the others in their place.
And I of the triad is the extra perceptive one - So treat me with reverence!
"Hell is other people"
...Said some stupid philosopher once.
People have only been bad to us, all experiences with 'the others' were only negative. The rest of the world we have tried to shut off and we have made good work of it - We try hard to avoid people, even our own blood-relatives. We have set ourselves in a remote inaccessible place. Though the elder one dont fully agree to me, the two of us made sure we literally even seal the windows and doors of our lairs lest we allow the pests and pestilence in.
Rage against the machine
We know normality sucks. We go against the flow. All the others are zombies. Puppets.
But a few times in our existence we allowed ourselves to explore the outside, the others, and all the time it ended up in disasters. The two of us siblings have been now tricked into making ourselves so dependent on other people (and even each other) that life is literally hell for us. This was obviously by the manipulations of the others.
But a few times in our existence we allowed ourselves to explore the outside, the others, and all the time it ended up in disasters. The two of us siblings have been now tricked into making ourselves so dependent on other people (and even each other) that life is literally hell for us. This was obviously by the manipulations of the others.
Facade
In my past life, I was treated with utter disrespect. Irreverence. Insignificance. Indifference
So I demand respect in this life. I will not stop till people respect me.
I don't care if I have nothing to offer, nothing of advantage, nothing of any warmth. People better like my abrasiveness and respect me.
But I still receive the same treatment - Disrespect. Ill repute. Irreverence. Insignificance. Indifference.
So I demand respect in this life. I will not stop till people respect me.
I don't care if I have nothing to offer, nothing of advantage, nothing of any warmth. People better like my abrasiveness and respect me.
But I still receive the same treatment - Disrespect. Ill repute. Irreverence. Insignificance. Indifference.
House of Cards
We don't learn, We dont have to because we are right. And how can we not be, we are always in the side of wisdom and truth. We, the Triad, construct mental models to fit our narrative, rationalize our 'intuitive' thoughts and justify our beliefs. If these models seem to be compromised or challenged it means the models need slight improvement. Such age old constructs cannot be wrong or ineffective as it has helped us all through our existence against the onsalught of the others.
Recently a spell of a whirlwind crashed into all the constructs we had built over the span of our existence. For a moment I thought I should maybe run away and be independent, but no I will be safer if closer to my sisters. So we all decided to rebuild the constructs around each independently yet close to one other. Reinforced we survive.
Letting Go Not
Being special has its limitations. With us alone ... and sometimes us too with differences, Existence has been so dull and made so boring.
So for us, every trauma is an episode to be remembered. True that some consider these trauma as only insignificant events in their own lives. To me, these minor events are memories to be relived. Of course, I can't let go of these events, for these very few knot-like feelings on the long bland rope connecting the vast ocean called existence connecting the event birth and death. They make me feel like I was alive. And as I flip through my thin memory album the feelings are regurgitated out in all their morass, and this time with added flavors from my imaginative (but true) thoughts.
So for us, every trauma is an episode to be remembered. True that some consider these trauma as only insignificant events in their own lives. To me, these minor events are memories to be relived. Of course, I can't let go of these events, for these very few knot-like feelings on the long bland rope connecting the vast ocean called existence connecting the event birth and death. They make me feel like I was alive. And as I flip through my thin memory album the feelings are regurgitated out in all their morass, and this time with added flavors from my imaginative (but true) thoughts.
