Friday, October 10, 2008
So…why the Cyniqueen, you ask? (Yes, yes, no one’s asked; but this is MY blog and I want to tell. So humour me? Please?). Cynical+Queen, hence the Cyniqueen. Duh. BUT, read on.
Cynicism – that lovely refuge which, honestly, feels like home where everything is as you left it and you can shoo anyone else away – is my answer to the niggling little annoyances of life. You know, you’ve slept at 3:00 am the night before, you have a 9 o’ clock class the next day, you don’t have time for breakfast and you trip on your way and you reach class at 5 past 9 and oh my, the classroom’s locked? That’s when I look about and say to myself ‘why not?’ or something to that effect. And that’s that. I turn around and go back. And I’m fine. THAT is the power of cynicism. Now I know cynicism has a lot more to it than just that. Check this out if you want to know more.
And then there’s sarcasm. And people like just DON’T GET IT! Like if our exams get advanced (preponed, as opposed to postponed, is wrong, didja know?) and I give my sarcastic smile and say this is amazing because yay, at least there’s no doubt that I’ll fail, people look at me like I’m mad. Like I’m mad. I fear for the future of sweet, sweet sarcasm.
(7th October, 2008. 3:45 PM)