It's My Party and...

Let's have a good cry, just like in that song. You probably know it. It's my party, and I cry if I want to, I cry if I want to...

In reality, the tears dried up years ago. Is there anything left to cry about?
Am I still shocked, are you?
I never say those words. Most of us are beaten senseless, if not everyone. We have already seen it all in the movies. That movie we sat watching with rapt attention, the one we love, and where violence is no longer seen as violence. Crime has become commonplace, and no one loses sleep over the suffering inflicted on others.
Putting yourself in someone else's shoes is impossible. Even if we go through the same thing, the experience is still totally different.

We haven't been honest for a long time, and anyone who expresses their feelings is seen as a wimp. We all have to be tough, and we are only nice for appearances, to make ourselves look better than we really are. Envy gnaws at us. Why share honestly? Why save the last bite from your mouth when you are deceived time and time again?

Do good and no good will come to you; that is what the pauper tells himself.

Let us take a step back, just sit and wait. Isn't that what we always do? Let others fight for us and pretend the fighters are heroes?

War is a provoked quarrel from which a small group, always the same people, profits.
While lies spread and real news is dismissed as fake news, the last ones fall, who always pulled the trigger first with great pleasure and now pretend to be the victims.

The law of the strongest is the only thing that counts; being social, loving one's neighbour, is a sham. While large numbers of people have the luxury of fasting, fasting is something a large part of the world's population does day in, day out, year after year. For this, they never receive a pat on the back, unlike everyone who gorges themselves during Lent. Fasting means not eating, absolutely nothing.

I watch a lonely tear trickle down a cheek. Ultimately, the only thing that counts is personal sorrow. The few small square meters in which we live are filled with loneliness, misunderstanding, and tunnel vision.
Why are you so full of hate?

^{The prompt is the title
21.3.26
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