Dull Doll

Still, this is a part of the compilation. I will organize them sooner if they get a little bit interesting. It is somewhat in response to the poem by Merlie Alunan entitled “Bringing the Dolls”. That’s just it.

I Don’t Have a Doll

We settle for the goodness of something or someone that gives us comfort. Like the ragged doll, we still live in the past. Moving on has always been a hard thing to do. The past still lingers in our memory. And again, just like the doll, it is hard to leave behind.

We can’t trust our memory, but this is our only evidence against the harshness of the present and the unpredictability of the future. This is adaptation. As Sir Charles Darwin would say, it is survival of the fittest. This has nothing to do with this article.

Old tattered dolls always symbolize something (if the red big round dot has historical meaning and whatnot (I’m referring to the flag of Japan) so are other things). Our attachment to it means that we can’t handle the problems of the world by ourselves alone (hmmm, seem redundant). We need someone to help us (hmmm, seem corny). Be it living or nonliving (hmmm, so obvious).

We “bring the doll” because we have to, just like we “bring the bringing” or “bring the okra for pakbet.” There is no connection actually or are there any figures of speech to depict this correlation. (Hyperbole, my Ass). We bring old memories because we have to. We don’t follow everything they tell us because we have to, not all rules are for our good, my “id” smirks in silence (This is very untrue, my “superego” begs to differ). This is a war of Freud’s structure of mind and if you say Freud, they say “sex”. Another correlation out from the pits of my ass, that many, yes. We move on because we have to. We read the poem because we have to. I am writing this shit because I have to. And you finished reading this because no one tells you to read this, really, not because you have to. Says who?