The Invisible Papers (2 page)

They’ll tell you with certainty that the opposition won’t hesitate to pull out all the stops! Unknown intentions, will you leave things to chance? Actually and more accurately will you leave things in the hands of your enemy? See, the only time chance comes into play is if your enemy lacks the foresight to plan their attack properly. Therefore what is overlooked then falls into the arena of chance. Take stock of all your weapons, all your resources and put them to use. Extinguish them completely if necessary once you have identified the ideal moment. Use them all! Burn your enemy to ashes!

What is one to wear for a mediocre evening out on the town? Now please don’t misconstrue the intended meaning. You see, a less than mediocre evening wouldn’t even require any thought at all to what one would wear. A fancy outing would only beg the question, “How fancy does one want to be?” But a mediocre evening, well that is somewhat delicate. If you underdress for a mediocre evening then you’ll stink the whole thing up and come across as an absolute loon for muddying up something so easy! Overdressing for a mediocre evening will make you seem like a show-off or a “high nose” or both.

Are you done blaming them for this? The sun is shining, their fault! The wind blew your hat away, his or her fault! They won’t buy it! They just can’t swallow this huge disgusting pill any longer!

Maybe he or she overreacts, it usually takes a few minutes or more for the inner turmoil to subside. Once it does though, things get clearer and lighter. He or she is only human and it’s not always easy to absorb and dissolve certain types of offences. It’s like a whiff of horrible halitosis that lingers, festers and pretty much torments you for a while until it thankfully disperses. The memory of it keeps you agitated for a little while though, it likes to leave behind something to be remembered by.

Repetition and dwelling upon an issue, these things may seem like a good idea and sometimes do prove instrumental but most times they do nothing but extend and prolong inner suffering. It’s also unnecessary to chastise oneself for dwelling on something a little longer than one hoped but that was just another inevitable step in the healing process. It was all unavoidable! The universe plays out exactly the way it should and the only thing you can do is try your very best.

If you discover within yourself an immense amount of stagnant, dormant pain then don’t run in the other direction, brace yourself for a tumultuous and arduous journey of energy absorption and transference. It’s the only way. As is said, “The only way out is through.” As well as, “If you are going through hell, keep going.” These anecdotes are not around for nothing “y’know”!

Can one eat now or does one need to get your permission first? Will you stop talking about your plans for us today? Does it look like he or she is interested in eating what you say and when you say?

What one thinks about the most is whether they would need to grab something while on the go to eat or if what they had before leaving the house would be enough to hold him or her over. One just can’t stand waiting with an empty stomach and having something later than they would like which in turn pushes his or her meal schedule further behind. It’s so inconvenient!

Of course this all seems so trivial to some or most but it’s actually very serious business!

Sometimes one can’t help but wonder whether what they write is insane or just fine or even genius! It takes him or her quite a few read-throughs before gaining enough confidence to release their words out into the world to face the scrutiny and judgement of the reader.

How could he or she explain the motives or inspiration founding such a text? What if one told you they’ve never read any body of writing even remotely like this? Admittedly very few if any texts have ever left him or her with a particular spirit or mood that elicited a similar reaction. All that being said, one is still mystified by the writing style that emerges from their own hand. Unexplainable, all one could attribute it to is the Universe or God or the communication of inspiration and the mind, body and soul. Please don’t jail anyone for these words! One guesses that the Marquis de Sade and Leonard Cohen were influential more than they could have ever thought possible. One could only hope to be as insane as the Marquis. Right here let’s agree that a wink has been expressed and maybe even a smile because a sense of humour is important after all!

One feels so guilty sometimes even for being exhausted. It’s all relative to the amount of money made that day. What a despicable measure!

Does tolerance to you include the tolerance of intolerance? Either it’s black and white or there’s room for shades of gray. Be careful how you respond because we’ll be the first to laugh at your hypocrisy!

Chapter 4

So are you going to stop telling them what language to speak? He or she can say whatever they want in any language they please! Got it? Try and stop them. One doesn’t give a whit about your politics. Whatever you say is of no concern to him or her. How about you mind your own business and be civil toward the language he or she supposedly shouldn’t be speaking instead of imposing your lonely tongue like it’s holding up the sky?

Is one supposed to feel guilty over every bite of food he or she puts in their mouth? Should he or she measure up to some asinine standard of health created by your silly little mind or some media driven special interest group’s agenda? Who do you think you are sticking your two cents in about what he or she puts in their mouth? Laugh it up, go ahead. They’re not afraid of self-deprecation but they will not stand for your input or judgement on their food habits.

My goodness! Does one really need to live the way you tell them to? More so, who are these requirements in place to satisfy? It certainly doesn’t jive with what one is yearning for! In any case the older one gets the less they’re fazed by such demeaning attacks against his or her lifestyle, it’s really no sweat off their brow!

Why has one been handed the burden of procreation? Is he or she not a free person? Is one obliged to perform with a chosen partner deemed fit by a supposed superior or authority figure? What if they have absolutely no attraction to each other? Apparently his or her tastes and preferences are irrelevant! Who do you think you are? Do you really expect them not to respond to your provocations? Do you see he or she as a weakling walking around the city with their head down gladly avoiding confrontation whenever it pops up? Not at all! One will kick you to the curb! One won’t stand for your black cloud and will make sure you remember it. Just try it and you’ll see.

Never mind if you don’t have time he or she will just use their money instead. Sorry to bother you and your precious sanity. Maybe if you could squeeze it in and find the energy to remember, he or she will be glad to accept their owed return in a month or two or three, whenever you please.

Are you offended when one takes their shirt off? Do you not recognize a warrior when you see one? What exactly is your problem? Do you think one gives a heartbeat about your judgements passed? Let them introduce you to the jewels of their vocabulary and if that fails, their fists. He or she will fight to the death Sir, can you handle it?

The colours are designed to let us see exactly what it is you really think of him or her and in turn saves everyone involved a lot of time! We have neither the time nor the interest to make even the slightest acquaintance with a coward or a wimp. Where is your gumption Sir? Can you sum up the pain you’ve experienced all into a single word? Why should we believe that word? Show them proof! Here is proof, in one’s colours and in their scars.

The next time you rush them to finish eating he or she will smash their plate over your head. Who do you think you are? Is one supposed to eat as fast as you do? Are you King? Why don’t you exercise a little more patience and self-consciousness?

So are you going to give him or her the money now or will they have to come chasing for it tomorrow at the absolute second before it’s needed? Is that how you honour your agreements? Do you think anyone appreciates this? What kind of reputation are you trying to uphold? You drive them crazy. One never knows if they’ll get what they need from you. The funny thing is he or she can’t remember when you ever let them down. See that’s the funny thing because you always do come through even if it is down to the wire. Nevertheless you always instil a doubt in us every single time!

Who do you think you are judging him or her that way? You think you’re so much better than they. You cite blatant fabrications along with a claim to independence meanwhile you live with your cousin and you can’t cook! Give us a break, you sit at a phone all day and stand above them on a platform touting career accomplishments. Listen, it’s obvious you need someone who makes more money than you do and lives more comfortably than you do so you can cash in your ticket and upgrade to the life you can’t have but dream about every minute of the day! Find yourself that cash cow or that golden ticket. Enjoy the material fruit from the tree that lacks roots, from the tree without substance and filled with termites to the brim. Termites of superficiality, termites of spiritless life, termites slow eating.

It’s funny how sometimes you can fall for an assessment, drape it over your eyes like spectacles as easy as a snap of the finger but one knows better and has learned better. You could point out to him or her how the only partners they can get are the ones that are “used up” or outcast. It’s funny how you consider that to be an assessment with merit while being unaware of the light it casts upon yourself. You’ve shown everyone your true colours and they are green and gold.

They could go around professing their revelations to everybody they know but who would care? It has nothing to do with anyone caring really, he or she is sure it would be an interesting piece of nonsense to quote to their friends on their social media outlet of choice. Let’s all have fun and protest against materialism while sipping on a five dollar cup of coffee the size of a who knows what? Something big though. If you need that much caffeine to get through the day you’ve got a few problems, the main thing being other than your addiction to caffeine.

Give them the outcasts and give them the rejects. Hail to the ones with the courage to stand alone. Cheers to the imperfect ones! Here’s to living according to your own rules from your own vision and with your own flag. Let those materialists seek what they seek and attain what they wish but never emerge from it again. That shall be a lesson to them! He or she hopes they die after discovering how truly poor they are inside without any chance to rectify. Poor of soul and poor in spirit.

They can say you’re a prude no matter what your gender! You say something half-baked and hide behind as much facade as you can muster then you push one away because they call you on it. At least he or she can speak the truth to you, tell you that you’re a monster. Do you have the gall to do that? You’ve already proven you haven’t! Who do you think you are to judge one on the way they live? Why don’t you go back to your palace since you seem to have taken a tumble and found yourself in the presence of vermin and a stale environment?

Chapter 5

Hey can he or she ask you a question please? Try not to get offended. What is your problem?

Every moment of rage in a day gets transferred to the page. How therapeutic is that? Oh don’t confuse these words with confessions, secret messages or passive aggressive communiqués. They are here to illuminate and serve up scrumptious morsels for you to enjoy. It’s all about the phrasing, the sentences, the paragraphs and that “je ne sais quoi" we are all chasing every day of our miserable little lives!

Let one inject a little clarification here; rage is not the sole source. No, definitely not, granted it is part of it but not even close to being dominant. Inspiration purely from love and the wonder of life is another important part of it although some may consider it cliché. Any old thing that pops into their head is fair game as well.

What’s the matter, did you not like the selection? Why didn’t you make a choice when presented with the opportunity? Oh you wanted to see what everyone else wanted first? Well that wasn’t the question posed, that wasn’t in the cards. One wasn’t even made aware of such an option. All he or she knows is they were asked to choose and they indeed made a choice. How did he or she come up with this choice you ask? Well one doesn’t know, were they supposed to consult a committee of egoists first? Were they supposed to run off for a half hour and research it before responding or were they supposed to omnisciently know this question would arise and arrive prepared for it? Wait! Most importantly yes, he or she believes this is the zinger, were they supposed to ask what
you
wanted to hear? Yes they think that’s it, you just wanted to be in control yet again.

Yes it was very good, he or she tasted it and assured you however they just don’t like fruit in their food. Yes you may be confused or surprised, it’s understandable. Yet the fact remains that he or she dislikes tasting fruit when mixed into the contents of any particular dish slated for the “meal” category. One barely eats the bitter excuse passed for fruit nowadays anyway! It is possible that after a meal one will savour some strawberries or the like, they do admittedly compliment a meal nicely. Also, when fused with a dessert of some sort he or she can then enjoy fruit. No way would they resort to fruit as a meal in itself or to hold them over until the next meal unless there were absolutely nothing else to satisfy their raging hunger with. Does anyone realize they’re simply eating sugar with a few sparse vitamins? One would vehemently rather eat a steak or something of the sort so very much more satisfying.

Here they are. Another day, another night, another fight, it’s always true. Another kiss, another dream, another death, it’s all for you. This, that and the other thing. All they need to do is forget. It’s easy as pie, just forget. Do they have any idea how angry they’ve made him or her? How angry they’ve made everyone around them? Do they think this is all a joke?