Madness

Congrats for surviving another year in this wonderful little world of chance. What will the new year bring? Hopefully skittles and a crap ton of luck for everyone who needs it.

I don’t quite understand the logic that comes with being a prostitute. I mean, just why would you do it? There are very few things in life that cause someone to lose value as a human to me, and prostitution is one of them. What’s the point of it besides your client having a good time? As far as I’m concerned, prostitutes are walking hallow dolls. If anyone can give me reason against it, I’d love to hear it, but I’m skeptical. I understand that if prostitution is going to happen, it might as well be taxed to hell and made safe, but beyond that, it just seems so hollow. It’s as if Morals dated this cute girl back in school and then she dumped him, so he decided to jump off a cliff while swallowing pills and blowing his brains out. It’s disgusting, demoralizing, and just plain stupid. But what do I know? I don’t live their lives or know their reasons. I’m just stating my own personal poison on the subject.

Ever wonder if in an alternate universe a pig family is cooking up human bacon and the child piggy says to the momma piggy “Do you think in another universe a human is cooking us in their pan?”

I lost my first follower…who was also my very first follower when I came here. This actually depresses me quite a bit. I need some alone time.

Alone time finished.

I have that summer blues going on.
That thing called school is starting soon.
Long nights awake begin to drift a-way.

My summer nights replaced by fall.
My sleepy days blink open too.
My pj’s replaced with T-shirts and new shoes.

It’s sad to leave my summer behind.
The last summer of my childhood.
So what do I do to lament my youth?
I’ll simply sing my summer blues.

I very much dislike it when I hear or see people wishing for a perfect world. “Perfection” is merely an illusion. There is nothing that exists in this world that can be described as “perfect”, since perfection is an opinion. What is perfect to one person may be horribly twisted to another person. A “Perfect” world is no different. Do people understand what their “perfection” entails?

A “Perfect” world means the end of conflict. Conflict arises when opinion between people clash. It’s understandable that people would want others to have the same opinion as themselves, but to end conflict for good, there can be only one opinion shared by everyone. Free thought, individuality, creativity, imagination…all these things must be sacrificed in order to achieve a perfect world. Maybe there could be a compromise? No. Compromising means something is causing conflict. If a “Perfect World” is to be achieved, there can be no compromising. Only one thought, shared by everyone, unflinchingly faithful and ignorant, can remain.

What about love? Or any deep emotion for that matter? In a “perfect world”, these things do not exist. People fall in love, make connections, and then have these connections broken. It is the breaking of these connections that leads to sorrow and bitterness, something not needed in a perfect world. Instead, only shallow feelings can remain. Can a heart be broken if it was never “in love”? If a person never knew of anything deeper than superficial feelings and learned never to be attached to one person at a time, then that person would never feel the pain of heart break or even the pain of losing someone close to them, like a parent even. But then again, they’re happy that way. Forever happy in their bubble of blissful ignorance. That is the price of a “perfect” world.

Now, I’m not condemning perfection altogether. I’m just saying that a perfect world is unrealistic. As long as people strive to be different and have opinions of their own, as long as they search for a deeper meaning in their lives and a meaningful connection with someone, there will be no “perfect” world. Stop trying to make our reality like that of “A Brave New World” (Fantastic novel by the way). A world filled with mistakes, with people who try and fail but try again, a world where we can be who we want and work to make the world just a bit better…I’d much rather live in this ragtag, patched up, bowl of flavors I call my world while dreaming of better than an always happy, uniformly smiling, mindless state where I can know nothing than what my government says is. I’m a dreamer, always am, always will be.

Sometimes I get depressed and need comfort food because I remember that I don’t have a pet dragon or Phoenix to take over the world with yet.

1)Carry two bowls: 1 with cooked chicken and 1 with salad.

2) Go to a village that has little food.

3)Find a hungry child.

4)Find a hungry dog.

5)Sit down with both the child and the dog.

6)Give the bowl with the salad to the hungry child and the bowl with the cooked chicken to the hungry dog.

7)Note the child’s expression.

8)Go back to your own home.

9) Look yourself in the mirror and say you did the right thing.

10)Sleep.