unappreciation. unappreciation is perceived to be an indication of being unloved. thats what we fear most right? being unlovable. not even the s/he-doesnt-love-me-the-way-i-love-her/him (which by the way, i think is utter rubbish. because there's a simple solution: get over it and on with your life and stop pining! then again, im the one known to be pretty heartless, when it comes to humans. and then there's the fact that some people love to pine. strange things humans are. and well in that case, they deserve the misery.)
BUT anyway. unappreciation translates into an overwhelming sense of inadequecy because you try to earn love by merit and fail (the ones who pass lead more miserable lives, because they're just fending off inadequecy until it swallows them whole). which makes you feel hopeless and depressed and people end up killing themselves. maybe that explains the suicide rate among old men. who dont have friends to appreciate them and either have wives who threaten their manhood or who dont have wives to boost their ego. so unappreciation can kill. and then people surrounding death wonder why.
maybe thats why the immortalised quotes remind us to go hug a tree, to go count your blessings, to seize the day. just to prod us so we inject a little more appreciation into the world and depress the suicide rate.
and yet, maybe the people who are the most unappreciative are the family. we appreciate the friends. we buy stuff for them .. because we want the appreciation to be reciprocated. but we are our parents'. till we get married and/or move off anw. and perhaps, just perhaps, they forget who we are, because we've been us for so long they take it for granted things wont change. like, me. i'm trying to be good in a very bad vile world. i dont smoke i dont drink i dont club i dont (or at least im trying not to) waste my life im not into cutting im not overdosing myself on antidepressants .. and the list goes on. im not doing things that i could have been doing. and they forget. maybe i'll remind them. tomorrow. and maybe i havent been that appreciative of them either. so i'll try and hopefully they'll try and we'll reach an .. equilibrium.
if i have kids, i hope i'll be appreciative of them. somehow i think (if the dog is any benchmark) i'll be overappreciative. which isnt good either, i guess. cos they'll turn out to be fat headed brats. well we'll see. (:
In the great green room
There was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of-
The cow jumping over the moon
And there were three little bears sitting on chairs
And two little kittens
And a pair of mittens
And a little toyhouse
And a young mouse
And a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush
And a quiet old lady who was whispering "hush"
Goodnight room, Goodnight moon
Good night cow jumping over the moon
Goodnight light and the red balloon
Goodnight bears, Goodnight chairs
Goodnight kittens and goodnight mittens
Goodnight clocks and goodnight socks
Goodnight little house and goodnight mouse
Goodnight comb and goodnight brush
Goodnight nobody, Goodnight mush
And goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush"
Goodnight stars, Goodnight air
Goodnight noises everywhere
appreciation.