Bread and circuses – this is what everybody wants to see. Everything else can be simply ignored because, you know, life is already complicated enough. If you don’t offer the bread or a good way to make it and your daily life isn’t a never-ending source of hilarious stories that will make even a classic INTJ laugh, nobody cares you exist. So let’s bring forward the circuses.
Let’s face it, if you are bitter and spiteful like me, people tend to forget you exist. Or did I become bitter and spiteful because of this? Nobody knows and nobody cares. I am the invisible girl hidden behind a pile of bright-colored pictures form a magnificent world far, far away. My life is a circus but I am as interesting as a mote on the arena.
I can’t dance and I am not funny. I don’t play parts and I don’t tell tales I can’t feel with my heart. I just look at the world through a lens and give everybody the circuses they so desperately want while trying to figure out what the f*ck is wrong with me.
Why are people like this? Why all they want is the show to go on, regardless of what lies beneath? Once the lights go out, all that’s left is silence.
I keep waiting and waiting for somebody to break the silence but the only broken thing is me when I realize that without the circus I am nothing. A boring gloomy girl who happens to love what nobody in her life cares about.
Congratulations! You somehow got to this part of the post jumping from picture to picture, barely reading any word. The few words you read made you utterly confused and you have absolutely no idea what they have to do with these dancing people. Do you see? All you are here for is the show. You want to know more about the dancers, the costumes, the lights. You don’t give a shit why I live in such a colorful world and still see everything in grey.
Don’t bother to read any further. Enjoy your show. It is called Bon Odori (盆踊り) and you can read everything about it in Wikipedia as I am obviously not going to tell you anything. Why? Because it is something I don’t care about. It is too bright, too colorful and those dancers are way too cheerful for a girl like me who spends all her energy on hating the world that forgot about her existence.
That’s it, the show is over. When the curtain falls, you will remember only the dancers and not a single word from what I’ve written. It’s not important anyway, not more important than living for the circuses. And what will I remember? This:
A friend who asks for neither bread, nor circuses.
I won’t blame you if you want to leave this place immediately and go read some other, more positive blog. I can recommend you Katie whose smile never leaves her face. This girl knows how to make her readers happy and now she is even holding a giveaway you definitely don’t want to miss.
See you again. Or maybe not.