Layer of Abstraction

They’re 3 concentric circles. The inner ring is the Me. The second layer is The inner me. The outer circle is the outer Me. There’s a layer in between 1) what you think you see

2) what you actually see

3) What the object seems like

4) What the object is actually like

n here I’m the object. To quote the green ogre “an ogre is like onion”has layers”

and the donkey “they stink?”

Ogre: “No. They have layers”

Well I enjoy abstraction. I don’t enjoy Abstract art. This abstraction its personal. I built it. So no one knows the inner me. There’s a layer of abstraction. Some stay at the outer level some I let one level inside but i’m still safe inside my core. My core remains untouched unscathed and it just stays on. So when I’m smiling to your face, I might hate you deep inside. N don’t judge me. Isn’t that how this world is?

The other day, I read a newspaper article about a heroine who “dislikes vulgarity but doesn mind showing her body aesthetically” well deep inside she hates stripping down in front of a gazzillon people. But thats the only reason she’s a heroine (plus casting couch of course) so the outer her does it while the inner her simply hates it while her core wants to kill all those responsible for this.

Well its the crust where true emotions lie. Every layer then polishes it and dampens the intensity. U can still see it in their eyes. No one likes everything. A li’l hatred never hurt anyone and I would like to end this post with an axiom. Hatred makes u feel alive.