Papandreou & The epic of Greece

 Some things need to be blogged, in the most feverous, overwrought fashion - and one of them happens to be the socio-economical situation in Greece. Many a clever bird may have immersed themselves in the folly that the average Greek has to, through the news. Much to their dismay, the news try to display the situation as viewed through the censored lens of journalists, which are then in turn censored by a series of democracy-intimidated schmucks. And so, the vicious cycle continues, and what is delivered to you through cable TV is rarely ever objective.

 One thing that irritates me in this whole media perception of the issue, is the response the thought of a referendum brought. Once the people of Greece were given a choice - euro or drachma - foreign intervention deemed it unacceptable that democracy could ever be put to use. Greece is but an imperfect mirror image of what it looked like 2 millenniums ago (Plato and Aristotle were never advocates of trusting people - and democracy was overlooked) - yet, everybody is reluctant of letting go of the romanticised picture of white-marble temples.

 I do not receive Greek education, so I am not as knowledgable in the wonders of the Ancient Greek civilisation as many of my peers. However, I've experienced the idolatric situation of all things Ancient Greek present in Greek society, and I don't find it resonant. At all. Instead of trying to become a successfully globalised country, with a reliable frugal system and whatnot, we oppose all things modern society, and passively marvel the miracles of a civilsiation that is of very little genetical relation to modern Greece. While enlightening a country on historical matters is rarely ever a counterproductive thing, solely focusing on history much removed from today's world, and rejecting any globalised, modern ideas is a dangerous attitude.

 The referendum has now been called-off, after a plethora of meetings with pioneering European countries to settle the matter. And so I stand, contemplating the matter. What is worse; a self-prided "civilised" community's fear of democracy, or the change of currency to obsolete drachma? In order for both issues to be resolved, Greek society needs a wake up call about Westernised ideals, and the Eurozone shall stop this contradictive anti-democracy attitude it carries.

No, this blog is not forsaken...

 Why have I not posted in such a long time? I'd like to pretend such questions are rhetoric - a minor turbulence in the road of high school academic success. I even pretend that this blog is something I can turn my back to and permanently forsake - yet, I always come running back to its dusty domain.

 I have a physics test on monday. And I am insecure. Trembling also, despite being located on a chair. I should be studying, one may postulate - but I've covered all of the material, and know all formulae by heart. Once again, I am captured by a more deeply rooted perturbation. That of being insufficient.

 Unlovable almost. Hell, insufficient is only a euphemism when compared to the lolling thoughts patrolling my mind. I am facing an ever-demanding society - and I am scant. Not clad, but skepticsm-associated paltry. Take back the first sentence of the paragraph - I am unlovable.

 I make a fool of myself at every chance I am given to talk. Like an army of demeanoured vengeance maniacs, the thorns that surround my path to glee grow prickled on my skin - picking on every imperfection, every thing that makes me human. Mutilated, annihilated - torn! - my only shroud is lifted off my frail remaining physique, marking me bare and vulnerable.

 A quick look at the mirror further validates the point presented above - I am shunned here. Shunned by friends, family, fellows and foes alike. Unlovable. Don't be brainwashed by what cosmetic-selling corporate companies tell you - irresonant exclamations of " everyone being beautiful" - because, here lies a person who is nothing but a messed up bundle of thorns. And it's all society's fault.