Why Does There Always Have To Be A Title?

Let me tell you what’s on my mind without telling you what’s actually going on, which is something I like to do to all manners of unsuspecting people just for the rush of it. Not that big on sharing, which is ironic since I have a blog, but ask yourself, what do you really know? Exactly. There’s this oh so plausible loophole of an option which gives every person the right to treat other people as incapable of memory retention unless for keeping track of things to use when they’re trying to get back at you for that, I dunno, friggin crunchy you took and never gave back, thus ineligible for being implemented as ones in normal day-to-day situations, which means you’ll have a ton of people to talk to and actually hang out with, but use for time-wasters. More of wanting supplements of a Rubik’s cube you’ve been hiding from a certain 6-year-old with a tantrum on a planet where it’s illegal to punch kids.

The worst thing you could actually do to yourself is to tell people how you feel. Be so fucking hard to see through that they’d consider using you for upgraded bulletproof vests and you’ll be fine. You see, telling them what you think is cool, because the thinking is a body of its own that can talk back and defend itself, formulate for later modifications and well..boggle their fucking minds out of their skull so much that they’ll revert to the ‘what-the-hell-made-me-give-a-fuck-in-the-first-place’ phase and leave you the hell alone as they should have. But feelings, naww man. Never been good with those, always inserting the wrong jokes with the wrong phrasing at exactly the wrong time. Not a good idea to project something you’re not that good at handling, because if they get mishandled/manhandled without you knowing how the hell to handle them yourself, then maybe it’s not the best idea having them permanently built-in. You’d think people would have invented dischargeable feelings by now. Something along the lines of emotional condoms. Bleh. You’d also think they wouldn’t have time to invent the latter without working on the former. Well isn’t the human race just a great disappointment. Where are all the jetpacks people? I wanted one of those when I was 10 for when I was 12. I like the back of my chair tho, it revolves, leans to the sides and corresponds to your weight as it slightly gets pushed back, supporting you nonetheless.Too good to be true, must’ve been invented by aliens. Well, it’s a good compromise for the jetpack. The human race is not a disappointment after all, for something to be a disappointment it means that it actually tried, putting forward the effort. Humanity doesn’t give a fuck, so it doesn’t qualify.

I have a long day tomorrow, but for the first time in sometime and shortly after I decided that maybe falling out with some people isn’t such a bad idea after all. I’ve reverted to the cocoa-sipping, 6-am lounging not-giving-a-flying-fuck-about-having-to-wake-up-early-enough-tomorrow-to-manage-studying-and-droos-with-actually-having-enough-sleep-involved-in-the-equation me. Well. Nah. You need to unplug once in a while, from everyone and everything. And that while is an indefinite amount of time set aside for rehabilitation purposes only. There are some people you are supposed to let go, however hard that maybe because the people you love talking to don’t love you back and the people who claim they love you are boring fucks.

I’ll be 18 in a couple of months. It’s slightly unsettling. You’re admitted into the adult world shot full of hormones in a kid’s body and the experience of a goldfish. It’s not that tho, it’s the actual listening. You see, when you’re the kid, nobody actually listens to you. It gets in your hair as a kid, yes, but when everybody starts listening to you all of a sudden and you’re not that big on the whole mass-talk corundum, it holds the structural similie of playing your digital drum set with your stethoscope. You’ll get your ear-drums ruptured and it’s not likely that you’ll sound good doing it because it’s a million to one chance you’ll have made an idiot out of yourself so early into it that it doesn’t even count as a decent trial. But well, looking like an idiot is probably the most cited on your CV, so I’ll just stick with the actual outcome argument and I’m set.