The Hell Butterfly

Things You Thought You Knew That Are Actually Really Not What You Thought They Were

The world as we know it is turning upside down, people! Shit’s going down.

You know that feeling where something amazingly out of the ordinary happens, or when you find out something that almost literally blows your mind? Guess what just happened to me.

It may not mean much to you, but I’m a bloody terrible procrastinator. I always leave my work until the last minute. I had a creative assignment due at 9am this morning in fact and I wrote and printed it at 10pm last night. I have a Victorian Literature assignment due on Thursday. This morning, I had a couple basic notes, nothing fancy.

Ten minutes ago I printed my finished 2,267 word essay complete with packed out bibliography ready three days before hand in so how’s THAT for a slice of fried gold?

It’s one of those things you never expect will happen. I tell myself every time that this time will be different. I will not leave my essay until the last minute .. And then I end up the day before it’s due stress-crying and begging my classmates to give me something. But not this time. Something clicked in my brain without my realising it was happening. A few days to a week ago, I found myself voluntarily looking up science essays as research for my own. And if you know me at all you will know how notoriously bad at research I am. I made notes, compiled a bibliography based on the bits I pulled out and narrowed down the ones that might be helpful. I didn’t go back to it for a couple days.

Today, I skipped my Shakespeare lecture (I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it again). Instead, I came home, stuck Hollywood Undead on my hi-fi and ran around looting gold and killing shit on Fable. I reckon that hour of playing Fable got it out of my system. On a whim I found myself thinking, ‘yeah, let’s just get out the notes, open the Word document. You know, make it look like you’re doing something’. But I actually started doing. I went through my notes, highlighted quotes, put it in an order, wrote a kick-ass introduction and it just sort of .. happened. My essay got done.

It had better get a good grade or I’m never going to work hard again.

This is just one of those occasions where the mind simply cannot compute what’s happening in front of them.

Peas are fruit.

Frankenstein is the name of the scientist, not the monster.

Bananas are meant to be opened from the end not attached to the bunch.

It is astounding, really. How many things in this world do we think should be one way, when in fact we are completely wrong? So many that I can’t even come up with any more to go into this post. It fascinates me the feeling of complete shock, the kind that stops your entire being in its tracks, when you hear something that absolutely goes against what you thought you knew. That ‘..Oh shit’ moment where suddenly, nothing makes sense anymore. I love it. It’s quite an awesome feeling to be 100% stumped, and then to realise that what you thought you knew was a lie.

That’s why I love Saussure. His view on words being nothing but labels. Words made up of letters. Letters simply shapes that we created for no other purpose than to have something to call it. A pen is not a pen. A pen is a plastic casing with an inky tube inside it. But it’s not a pen. P – E – N. Even that is no more than a unique combination of scribbles that we invented just so we could socialise. Words are simply social labels. They have no substance. They are nothing.

Have you ever heard something that you were so shocked to realise was true that you couldn’t react for a time? Have you ever done something that shocked yourself so much that you began to question reality? And do you think Saussure is crazy, or have I just rocked your world with his theory?


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