Thursday, July 30, 2009

A Paradoxical Outlook

I have touched on this previously, so I will be brief – I was on the bus tonight when a young female got on; roughly my age, possibly older, dress was semi-casual and somewhat sophisticated. At first sight, I could have sworn that it was a girl I once knew but still see, although ironically, it was a lady that turned out to be somebody else, yet she was the complete opposite of the girl that I thought she was, despite her similar facial features.

For the life of me, I have never been able to recall her name, so for the prime purpose of this post, we will call her Ishka. Ishka is a loser, more specifically, she is one of the losers that I have spent this year bitching about, quite previously in Two Types of People, Change & Scum of Parramatta. The only thing Ishka knows how to do is sell sex, get kicked out of school and dress to loiter, quite contrary to the Ishka that caught my bus home, and it got me comparing.
Tonight I was shown a What-If outlook on somebody else’s life in the form of success and failure; bus-Ishka was the best thing that could’ve happened in her life, someone with potential and a more prosper future, and then the real-Ishka, whose future is spending more time smoking and spraying out profanities at the local shopping mall than at home, work or school. It’s just too bad which path has ended up being reality, I guess.

1 comment:

  1. hmm...well i don't know this ishka...
    but i do know quite a few people who had real potential but for some reason they traded their future for drugs, sex and loitering...
    what sucks the most is that there's nothing anyone can do to help them is they refuse to help themselves...
    stay happy lovely...
    x.

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