Why you so mad?
So consumed by the litter
You toss around from your mouth?
Why can’t you just chill?
Take a pill
Drink some water
Or some shit, whichever
But, nah!!! I’ve got better things to do with my life.
Better things than ponder your strife,
Wondering why you need a victim
To feel venerated
Why you feel vindicated
On the backs of those you label slaves.
Why you’ll never feel elevated
Unless you’re dragging someone down.
Nope. I’ve got better things to do with my life than wonder why you’re fucking up yours.
As I binged through season 2 and season 3 (holidays!), I contemplate how Elizabeth Keen exists solely to test my patience.
Blacklist(2013): simultaneous heaven and hell.
Heaven, because Raymond Reddington ~JAMES SPADER!
LOVE all his shows: have seen and ❤ his films. I immensely enjoy Spader’s quirky personality and satirical acting style. His dry wit, imperviously sarcastic attitude, and his vicious streaks hit all my sweet spots.
Conversely, Elizabeth Keen continues to be a character from my personal hell.
Supposedly FBI, how is Keen this clueless and intentionally stupid?
Keen’s every decision is suspect, driven from emotional foundation which drives her to reaction, rather than efficient action from a position of intelligence or forethought. Instead of thinking things through, she tends to be short sighted, focus only on what’s in front of her.
Checkers vs. chess.
She allows her emotions to influence critical decisions, and she can be selfish at the most inopportune times. The continuous whiplash between milking Raymond Reddington for information pertinent to her job and for knowledge about her past is only exacerbated by her reactions to the truth, the lies, and her vocalized desire for the inverse with the randomized inconsistency of a roulette table.
Forgive me for being unrealistic
But life seems like shit
Even with a roof over my head
Warm clothes and food- too much
A job and bare necessities
Hierarchy of needs are met with ease
I still feel angry for nothing
Raging at no one
With a feeling of injustice
Sex - being (born) male or female
Gender - being masculine or feminine
I was in the middle of writing a different blog article, when I hopped on Facebook to comment a random thought. I found my friend’s blog article about disconnect between appearance and identity when challenged by environment and social expectations and it brought a slew of emotions to the forefront.