Shawn Mendes

Anonymus

SHAWN MENDES

CHAPTER # 12

I sit in my wooden desk chair, staring at my laptop screen perched on my cluttered desk. The room is dimly lit with a single

orange bulb dangling from the ceiling. The place is dingy, the walls painted a pitch-black creating an aura of aloofness and

vulnerability. There are soft boards attached to the walls that have a chaos of dull yellow sticky notes, pictures, newspaper

cuttings and maps. The rest of the space is empty except for a bookshelf overflowing with books of all sorts; philosophy,

psychology, sociology, fiction, sci-fi, thriller and more that I have no time to mention.

I watch with a staccato of emotions the scenes unfold before me. Ariana rolls her eyes at the envelope, Taylor unleashes a

string of curses, Justin's is however short. Selena looks at the page like she is trying to suppress whatever is boiling inside

her. And here I want to smile, cry, be amused and do all the nonsense things in the world a sane person is not supposed to do

altogether.

After all, I am not sane, in every sane sense of the word.

Every plan is ready, properly organized, but still, I sense a flaw. This nagging feeling is disturbing me, causing my depression

to spike up. But the depression is the least of my worries now. I have more pressing matters at hand. I shut down my laptop

and then try sorting through the directory forms I have made. The inquiry about their darkest and deepest secrets is nowhere

to be seen. Because I know they will never write down the truth, I will make them puke it out like the contents of their

stomach. I guess I am being brutal as shit, but there are people and things that are more shit brutal than me. After all the

world is one huge piece of shit-and here I go again, but, never mind. The first word I ever said was fuck, for fuck's sake. I

guess it is in my blood, swearing flows through my vessels, deoxygenated in the veins and oxygenated in the arteries and mixed

in the capillaries.

Okay, I am swaying away from the topic, but believe me, I don't want to feel that sense of incompleteness right now so I guess

you understand me.

Shawn Mendes, Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Ariana Grande are names. But not only common names, they are recognized

internationally, they are brands. But the other three are not-so-famous. You may be wondering why I targeted them but it is not

the right time to disclose the secrets. Patience is virtue-not so common in me.

Well, back to the discussion, I have come to realize in the limited years of my very fucked up life that life, in general, is a

thing that is as fucked up as can be. It is not in your control to mark the measurements of fuckness on the graph of your life.Also, I realized that the world is a boiling cauldron of drama, shit, gossip, shit, conflicts, shit, depression, shit, anxiety,

personality disorders, shit, pollution and.................did I mention shit?

But people are just too ignorant, too caught up in their own lives to comprehend the philosophy of life. And that's just the

thing I want to put straight. There are a million of dozen other things that need to be put straight in this fucked up world.

But my thing is, if this one demarcated thing, ignorance, could be wiped off the face of the planet then things could be set

right. And I am gonna do exactly that, or at least try.