The Irony of Implications.

If you aren’t a believer, you don’t have an imagination.

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That is one example of an implication, and I have listed others below. The idea of implying in life is one we can’t seem to avoid and I’ve noticed, the more that I write, the more implications arise.

If you don’t like tomatoes, you must hate ketchup.

They always tell you to show, not tell the reader your story, in which case implying the obvious or unknown actually helps progress the story a lot (at least in my own personal experience).

When the sunsets, it rises.
When the moon rises, it sets. Balloons are blown up, only to be popped.
Someone called you stupid, but it proved your intelligence.
A good thing happens, then something bad happens.
You say, “I like the city!” But all I hear is “I don’t like the suburbs”
You stand for gay rights, you must be liberal.
You claim to be atheist, therefore you believe in no God but yourself.
You claim you do not have control over your life, therefore there must be a higher power controlling life itself.
The superstore is open, implying it will close at some point.
You’re 33 years old, implying you will be 44 and have been 11.

Here’s a conversation of implications,
“I want pizza.”
*implying you won’t be satisfied with anything but pizza

Let’s go out for pizza then.”
*implying they want to go out to eat

“I don’t want to go out.”
*implying they want to stay in and order

“Well I’m not calling them”
*implying they don’t want to order if they stay inside

I can’t say for sure, but it seems reasonable to say most of our conversations we have in life are using the irony of implications. This isn’t good, nor bad, rather a neutral way to compromise with any human being. It doesn’t always work though, because there is a very thin line between assumptions and implications.

Side note: if we can’t learn to pick up on these implications, and assume wrong, the conversation usually turns into an argument.

Drawing coming soon, I am currently at my day job but will be back to blog work as soon as I can. Please be patient 🤍 and stay Rad. You are loved.

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I am human, just like you. I have been around for 20 years and although it may not be a lot of time to some, it feels like I've been alive forever. To cope with all the things my life has given me; good and bad, I've always been a writer. Maybe I didn't know or necessarily want to be a writer, but I was always on the creative side, not really understanding how different I was from others; I'm really not that different from you. To this day I'm still eager to learn more about myself, to improve and grow amorphously. I want to use this fuel of constant self-discovery as the direct source of 'energy' that can create whatever I want it to, making writing for me a healthier coping mechanism than most I've tried in my lifetime. That being said, I believe that starting my blog, The Existentialist, (all thanks to Wordpress and Bluehost teams) I finally have the opportunity and creative outlet to unleash my passion for art; writing. The beginning is never easy, and it won't get much easier I am aware. I can only believe in myself and keep my expectations to a minimum; I like to believe I hold no expectations, but they seem unavoidable. To whoever reads this, I'm not one to care about views or reads, I won't encourage/pressure you to read my work because for me, the thrill really comes from just making a finished piece of work I'm happy with, regardless if it is read by others or not; judgement from others is what I've feared all my life. I can only encourage you to have an open mind as a reader and believe in me as much as I believe in myself to accumulate the courage to start showing my creative writing(art) to the world. Everybody creates things in their lifetime, I am just another one of those beings; whether you like it or not, nouns (persons, places and 'things') exist to teach us something about ourselves. There is always more to learn...

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