Lounge Dwellers, One and All...

Dear Lounge Dwellers one and all,

I greet you in the name of ethical paradigm of fidelity. After much contemplation and endless rumination, I have come to the sad decision to abort my participation in this much loved Club, The Lounge Dwellers, of which I have been a member since November of last year.

Although I have found my membership to be fun filled with jokes shared, games played and intellects compared, I am of the view that this is the most latent club I have ever been a party to and as such, must seek quick and swift exit. I do not feel, in any way, shape or form, improved by this club. And what is the use of being a part of something that doesn’t work to make you more than what you are. Instead, I feel saddened at the demise of my attributive intellect, which, ever since I joined the Club, has seen a massive decline, from quoting people like Emerson and Socrates, to ludicrous acts of total buffoonery all in the name of entertainment.

We share the same jokes and our sense of humor, dear Club members, can be called a synchronicity of perfection. But I am appalled at the repetitiveness of our jokes; every other day it is the same old jokes, told over and over again, as we open up our ridiculous mouths in selfsame laughter, over and over again, at jokes told way too many times that I fear we are turning into one big, fat, idiotic cliché. And is it just me, or can you all see how senile the things are, that we talk about. The food that we swallow in eager gulps-we repudiate, the people we call our friends-we laugh at in naïve judgments, the place in which we dwell-we quickly and unabashedly dismiss, as if we could do better than where we are. If we are going to ostracize our very own Academia, then pray let us work as hard as we really can, to transcend to an even “better” Academe. I find that the more we talk and insult, during club meetings, vilifying this Academe of ours, which, by the way, we have the power to transcend over, the more barbaric and immature we seem; it is no wonder that the rest of the world is laughing at us. I can no longer be a part of this depreciation of intellects.

So farewell dear Lounge Dwellers, I wish you all the best in life. I am sure that you will have more enlightening moments without me there. I, on the other hand, have got to move on to bigger and better things, The Lounge Dwellers is static, I need motion, action and better acumen. It was not all bad, we have had some pretty amazing times, some loud, some sweet, some hairy and some violent; all in all, they have been pretty amazing. I promise to drop in once in a while to see how you are all doing, friendships are precious and in you all, I found a pearl.
But for now I will join in with the rest of the world, to make fun of all of you remaining Lounge Dwellers, I will be an instigator to put you all to shame and expose you for the weak manipulators, users and downright showoffs that you all are. But I love you all still, of course I do; it’s a different kind of love, a more malicious kind of love, but it is love all the same.