Our Flip Side

Flip side of the coin. Two sides to a story. Both sides of the argument.

Believe me when I speak, disease and death has only one side. The side inflicted upon their unsuspecting victims. Suspecting even; there’s only one goal. To harm, destroy, alarm and end. 100% honest truth.

People in general have a flip side. That persona put on dependent upon company. We’re not only two-faced, we’re as faceted as a diamond. That’s a fact. You’re like this for him, like that for her, watch your language for that puritan couple down the road. Then we’re two-faced for each of them.

Who the Hell are we? What is our real personality? What’s our truth? When you’re watching Saturday night headfuck with parents? No, you’ve had a restraining order there since you first opened your mouth as a tot. Alone watching movies, reading books, legally killing things in videogames? Highly likely.

How do we know who is truly real? “As clear as an unmuddied lake” as Alex DeLarge eloquently pointed out in A Clockwork Orange. Facebook and Instagram are brimming with insecurity and loneliness. Frustrations boom from Twitter, retweet what’s trendy to hate just to feel ‘superior’. Hashtag blah blah blah. Just be you not a zombie hoard.

Not that everyone is a multi faceted bullshit artist. There are those strong enough to be themselves in the face of the engulfing mainstream. The realest people I know are in a category of their own. A box of veritable delights that’s a sheer pleasure to open. Many of whom have mental health problems which has remarkably given them incredible inner strength. If only they’d believe it.

So how do you truly know what to believe? Well, trust your instinct. Jiminy Cricket. Your conscience. That little unexplainable switch that lights up green in your mind. No work of The Numbskulls this time. It’s real. We all enjoy a facade or seven but sometimes you are truly blessed to see the beautifully translucent.