THE BEAST OF OPINION. RIGINAL.
It has no form, no real structure, no bodily shape or untoward appearance that makes it stand out-just ever-changing.The beast of Opinion. Sometimes it strides rampant, forceful, squashing hope, the desire to destroy, uplifting-depending on its mood. Chameleon like it twists, turns in an instant to berate,scorn, safe in the knowledge it wears computerized 'keyboard warrior' armor. Wears jealousy like a tight fitting glove of sentiment. Other times when it doesn't feel threatened it spreads a modicum of platitude grabbed greedily by the recipient starving for some form of accolade, a respite from the ongoing striving for recognition,however sparse. Just a twig, a fallen leaf of recognition to justify existence in society's forest. The beast has 'friends.' Back up.
Opinion feeds on 'backup' at times,times suited to itself- not even known to itself-until perhaps an advantageous promotional,'you scratch mine...i'll scratch"-yawn...done deal. An election won or lost by opinion generated by media though the opinionated presenters swear allegiance to impartial. Impartiality flags flap strident in the wind of the boss man's breeze of discreet opinion. Simple lightweight opinions seemingly lightheartedly thrown about to placate precious vunerable angst exuded. "Do i look okay...do you think i'm too fat, do you think i'm too skinny?" In that moment, the trapeze artist of opinion in mid -flight, can reach outstretched imploring mental unsure hands that want to be grabbed tightly, want to be caught, want to be held and heart beating strident wants to savor the words with relief "you look great, wonderful, perfect, stop worrying, you're mine." The relief. No safety net. No second swing, maybe the beast seizes the chance of simple reprisal..."you...you look okay. Let's go." And the opinion is lodged in the memory banks-"oh." Just a simple "oh" of the missed opinion embrace. The catcher tries to swing again..."you look fine" but the feeling is lodged, sawdust strewn uncaught thoughts. "Does he really love me?"
The beast of opinion sleeps. It knows its power, yet inherently it has a major weakness. It tacks on unrelentingly with disregard, no weakness, no give, no tact. Until one day in the future because opinions though they vow it's an 'honest opinion,' perhaps face a karma of their own and the beast comes up against another opinionated beast. The tactless 'honest opinions' do battle. Both let blood. And the tacky lick their wounds and live to stride another day...with an imperceptible limp of hatred. But that's just my opinion. It can be a bit of a beast at times. Are you a good catcher? :>)