The Girl on Fire.

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In the beginning, was a girl.  And the girl was with a society. And the girl was society.

Then shit happened. Sorry, life - life, happened.

So you know, how you were all brought up with certain ideologies and principles - instilled in the bringing up process? So was she. She had a rule book. A solid hardbound, brown, mouldy, giving off the classic old book smell - rule book. A book that she knew where to look for, in case any dire situations arise.

What situation, you may ask. Let's say, she comes across her classmate dating a guy. Her mind probes the book and finds the appropriate situation worthy reaction - Aiyooo, what a whorish behaviour. She doesn't say it but all the same, thinks it and then feels good about being the moral bitch.

But then she ages. Gracefully and eh, let's put it there, quite beautifully.

All the while, she reads too. From Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew, as her library grew, her rule book started to whither.

Individuality. Independence. Boundaries. Personal space. Things that sounded taboo now sang melodies close to her heart.

And she pushed the rule book, just an inch. It gave in.

Independence, babe? Sure, take an ounce of it. "An ounce!", she thought, "That's amazing!"

Now that she tasted it, it consumed her. Well, that sounds rather negative. Let's rephrase that.

The rule book bore the brunt of the change. New question marks appeared. Strikethroughs crept up. New philosophies found their place. The revamping happened unnoticed.

And it metamorphosed.
She now questioned.
She now dared to even oppose her quaint old rule book.
She rallied.
She rebelled.

Then she read, a little more. New philosophies blossomed. New ideologies integrated.

Only this time, the tale turns meta. Like, ultimate-meta.

She reads about culture. And its influence on thoughts.
About a system finding its stable point. And its influence on thoughts.
About policies and changing psychology. And its influence on thoughts.
About dynamic n-way societal interactions. And its influence on thoughts.

And then she thinks. I'm thinking now, about thoughts.
But is this thought about the concept of thought, influenced by another person’s thought?
Are my thoughts, originally mine?
If not, are the thoughts that gave rise to mine, pertaining to my rule book?
How the **** can one have an objective thought?
If you can't, then what's the whole point of worrying about thoughts?
Then is the older rule book better?

Oh, wait, ummm where's the rule book though?
Being woke, the rule book burst into flames, and with it, her thoughts.



Update as of 06.06.2022: Damn, what was I on?

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