A finger out of the grave

A finger reaching out of the grave,
for sometimes, i must act brave
"reach for the stars, shoot for the sky"
don't give up yet desmond, try try try

There's lands to discover!
there's secrets to uncover!
There are so many things to know,
there's so much more to grow!

Cleaning up cobwebs, grime and dust,
Ridding my heart and brain of rust
sitting and watching day turn to night
and the demons of dark, flee from light

Blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah.

The End.

No more words.

So much to write about and yet, i couldnt be bothered to list them all down, even for my own future reference.

This might very well be the death of this blog.

All these years later, have i achieved anything of what i initially set out to do when i created this blog?
I dont think so. Some things still remain to be accomplished. Undesired drama still remains a huge factor in weighing me down.
people i associate with show the propensity to not want to grow out of the miserable average lives they lead. They will be lead like sheep, but as soon as the shepherd has his back to them, they're as lost as they were before the introduction of said shepherd.

People lack the want to be better everyday, something that still confuses me.

Maybe some people are better left playing in the filth of a sty and are not suited to chairs, maybe expecting rational thought from people is akin to expecting great literature from a monkey.

Everyday i associate with people, my cynicism grows and with it grows my desire to retreat into a cabin of solitude, away from the madness.


There are rational people out there, don't get me wrong.
I just don't seem to be finding too many of them.


Yes, this is an egotistical rant.
And i can afford to do so, because this is my blog :)

Those unnoticed notes.

Well, this world is all about subtext.
Namely, understanding where there's none and being able to read when there is and what is being said.
New studies indicate that a persons ability to understand sarcasm shows a healthy brain, we've evolved to be the sarcastic bunch of people we are now and you certainly cant fight human nature.

Subtext allows for a whole freeway of miscommunication, especially with people who believe themselves to be adept at reading it, but really it can barely grasp at the thread of conversation with words being spoken out loud.
Unsurprisingly, the amount of unspoken word in a conversation or subtext is directly proportional to how socially decrepit a persons moral code is. A well adjusted person has little need for subtext and a person that doesn't fit well with society's mold has to be able to converse better without spoken word. I bet I don't have to repeat that old chestnut about "words once spoken.."

Come talk with me sometime.. We'll talk about the weather.

All That Hate

Normal cannot exist in a universe where they're consciously aware of anyone, even one person hating them for whatever reason, no matter how mundane.
Me, it amuses me when someone hates me, because I'm also aware of their inability to see that they have to hate themselves to hate me.
When you hate someone or something, for sheer purpose of example, that noisy boorish neighbour that killed your dog (by mistake of course), what you're really doing is hating yourself by evoking a emotionally negative association every single time you're reminded of him/her.
You have to hate yourself to do that to yourself just to carry out the mental act of hating someone else.

Weirdly but not so unsurprisingly, everyone who's ever hated me has also loved me in some sense of the word love and everyone that does one, continues to do the other and has made it a point to mention it too. Almost like they were subconsciously hoping I could resolve their dilemma and help them pick a side by pushing them over the fence one way or the other.

People who've 'hated' me have always done so because at times, I'm not the most pleasant person to be around when problems are being discussed. I'm over-judgmental of everything I hear, but only if I consider you more than an acquaintance. Let it be known that if you come to me with the same problem more than twice, I'm going to begin by calling you the best of words denoting your stupidity before I bet my own farm in trying to help you break even.

Hate.. Such a brilliant concept.
Purer than love, undiluted and raw..

Completely isn't how people use it anymore though. Every emotion needs to be referred to by its comparative extreme in the scale.

Whatever happened to people saying "you know, I don't like you so much at the moment in time".. I know that's what I say.

You're the problem.. did i say you? I meant me.. I'm the problem.

I admit I've been shirking my duties as a sporadic blogger, something I have *almost* good reason for, I've been too lazy to write.

Now that we have that behind us, stay alert for we have a lot of catching up to do.

A refill on that espresso is highly recommended and if you don't drink coffee, maybe this is the time to begin. Not for what I'm about to say, oh definitely not.
But this world is spinning faster with each minute. Can you not feel the centrifugal force tug at you even now as you sit comfortable in your little bubble stubbornly holding onto to the 3x7 foot life so hold hold dear? Can you not feel the ground below your feel rumble as it threatens to buck you off your feet and flat onto your back?

We're smack in the middle of the so called age of enlightenment and the next few decades will predict whether we'll survive even to see the dawn of the next millennium. I personally am not a betting man, but I will bet a pretty penny against us existing that far ahead. That as a notion I admit is partially swayed by a lack of belief in creator and therefore a rejection of intelligent design, which is probably the only thing that could/would save us from our own spiral into the messy suicide we're headed towards as a species.

You know why?
Because We. Don't Care.

I don't blame you, I know I've tried to blame myself. Quite unsuccessfully I might add.
I don't know how to blame myself for not caring and worse, I cannot bring myself to care. You heard of white guilt, this is similar. It echoes around the concept of your destiny having a lot to do with where you were born. I've said this before i realize but then was about religion.
The kind of extravagant life we lead with one months salary could sustain an entire village for a month. We know this.
Our incessant dependence on things that in very big ways contribute to global warming is alarming. We know this.
The worst thing we can do at the current moment is have even ONE more baby. WE KNOW THIS too!

but we cant stop, can we?
because we've evolved to think only within the tribe; and in modern lifestyles, withing a circle of "ME".
Like i said, we know this, I know this too.

And as horrified as I am by my lack to even begin to care in ways that would really help, as opposed to doing exactly enough to say I've done something, I am equally corrupted to live the life I am..

At the end of the day, it's all about sustaining the life we have and bettering it.
We're like those villains in bollywood movies that kept villages at the brink of poverty just to aid extravagant luxuries for our palatial house.
Keep telling yourself that it is alright because it isn't you that pulls the proverbial trigger, I know thats what I do.

It's all about what helps you sleep at night.
And I, sleep like a baby.

Is it worth it

IS it worth it?

Fuck if i care.

fools everywhere

people are idiots.
I'm done trying.

Bloggers block or

I absolutely cannot write.
I've had loads of mental room to think, but never anything to write on at hand.

Home is not a place i can think, write or exist as i am.

Moving out to a safe house is eventual and the only future i know.

Moving will mean a drastic change in everything i am.

Maybe all you see and read about as my thoughts aren't me at all. Maybe i'm really a good mamas boy, maybe I'm the guy your mama ought to have warned you about.
I'm fairly confident that I know what I'm doing.
I think i am.
I have to be right.



Weight is a funny thing to have to deal with.
it however is way more amusing when all this weight hits you as you just happen to be walking innocently on the road, thinking about nothing specific. And suddenly, BOOM, you're contemplating the trials of different choices and the very importance of having choices.

I like weight.
MAybe that's because I can never really HAVE weight. So keep trying to take on weight to fool myself that im exactly like everyone else.
Maybe Everything i just said is absolutely nonsense and im trying to justify my dramatic need for weight.


Maybe I don't know what im doing, saying or have any indication of what'll happen to me.
This could all be a facade.

the buddha did say this world in its entirety was an illusion
Maybe he was right.

Judging a book by its cover

I used to be an allowing person, a person never to pass snap judgment on the inherent hidden sides people possessed. I understood that people constituted of complex layers of personalities that festooned the core person, all adding character and making the product a unique, indescribable product, something that is unpredictable under any circumstance and not replicable.

Lately, or for the past year or three, I've resorted to using educated generalizations to bucket people into patterns of behavior. I've found that if you have enough points to plot on a map, each which deals with a very specific behavioral pattern, predicting the arch of future actions isn't something that seemed as hugely impossible as earlier held as a belief.

I no longer care for the little things, I no longer care for what makes you, you.
Frankly, I don't need to know what makes anyone themselves, people get less fascinating the more you get to know them. I've seldom been right about the observational based predictions, especially when told to the person themselves, but am redeemed by the future on more occasions than not.

Ten aspects, seemingly random ones could tell you mostly everything you need to know about a person and/or how to deal with them, no one is a deep as they claim to be, including me. We're all as complex as a rock. A rock with no secret minerals to mine, no fossils buried within. Just rock.

We all have the same problems, the same insecurities, the same strengths, or so many of us do, that we can all be lumped in a basket and treated together. The very thought of which disgusts us.
Why?
Because we've been raised to believe we're special.
Therefore our problems are special and unique.

I'm afraid i have news for you.
and it is bad.

Death Is meaningless

We find it extremely complicated to explain the meaning and thereby consequence of death to children. We make up all kinds of embellished and exaggerated stories to explain something so elemental, it is as permanent as it is inescapable. if death is defined as the cessation of something that exists in its current form and even if that as a definition were to be expanded a wee bit to incorporate further elements, everything in the universe succumbs to death, or cessation of its current form, right from you and me, to all the planets, suns, stars and right enough, the universe itself.
We seem inconsequentially small in the grand scheme of permanence.

Why then do we have such a crisis when having to explain death? Because every single time we are compelled to think of ways to explain death, we're brutally snatched from the comfort of the womb of life, where we sit in a stasis, cocooned by life's embracing warm and care, to be brutally cast into the land of the non living, cold, rotting corpses that were once full of life and are thus harshly reminded of our own fleeting mortality.

The elaborate stories we weave to explain our mortality range from eternal life to the promise of rebirth to the more creative explanation of eventually becoming one with all existence. Stories probably initially brewed to explain death to children but eventually found themselves being believed by children of all ages, from 3 to 130.

These fictitious fairy tales cause absolutely no harm, or do they?
Having to deal with death in all it's concoctions through the centuries have led people to slaughter millions to therefore justify and thereby attach some value to their otherwise meager insignificantly small existence and in the hopes of attaining the rewards mentioned in some of the stories. The rewards of doing a Gods will and attaining either Nirvana, Heaven or Virgins.

This is what should I believe we should be teaching our children.
Death is the end. The Omega of this one act drama we call our lives. When we die, nothing happens. Absolutely nothing. There's no light, there's no one playing a harp, neither is there a jolly fat man laughing, waiting for us to get closer so that he can then sit us down with a cup of oriental tea and then explain to us the meaning of our past life.

Why? Simple.

Disassociation is peace and happiness. Attachment is the greatest sin mankind and any animal before him as ever conceived of.
Attachment stems from territorialism which I simply define as the the most obvious meaning of 'ownership'. True freedom and happiness comes not from possessions by from relinquishing ownership of everything until all you own is every second from the absolute present to the day you were born.
We're all heard this story before, non attachment to possessions especially cited in context to mobile phones, entertainment devices, vehicles, houses, gadgets, instruments, clothes, this indeed has the potential to be an endless list. But have you ever lost something and have been sad for it? It could be your phone, it could be your wallet, it could even be your wedding album; and when you did, did you feel a sense of loss? That isn't sadness, rather, it is your sense of ownership grieving about something it previously 'owned' and now doesn't, what would've been the ultimate purpose of any of those 'things'? Absolutely nothing. They don't make any contribution to who you are, what you do or how you think; and if they do, you probably aren't the type to have reached this far in my little rant.

Let us evolve this discussion shall we?
From 'items' we own to people we 'own'.
People we like, love, lust for and even hate, we find comfort in attributing a name to that relationship, whatever the name could be, by rule has to be a socially recognized name, this in a validates that now you have some stake in the other persons existence.
After defining your relationship, you are now bestowed with some responsibility for the person, to help care for them, help conserve their precious life and maybe even take on more menial tasks you would otherwise volunteer to perform for more deserving souls.
This would perfectly justify the sense of ownership loss we feel when that relationship is then rejected and ended. We're now with one lesser possession; are we grieving the lost person or are we grieving the time we spent to 'maintain' that possession, the hours spent on the phone, meetings in person, money spent, time wasted, chores done.
Are we grieving the loss of a person or are we grieving the loss of a possession.

Our own life being the miniscule limit that it is, we're on a clock to best validate our lives. Before we die, we have to have felt a sense of achievement sans any inkling of the slightest regret.
Being rejected is like a slap in the face to that sense of achievement. Our master plan has now unavoidably changed, terribly inconveniencing us.

In death, everything changes.
When death is accepted wholly, it would be comparable to accepting the loss of a phone as something unchangeable; a moment in history that is irretrievable, sadness is only dispelled in acceptance of the phone being lost.
And so goes with death. Someone lost is lost forever.
What we grieve here, isn't the person themselves, but the end of one of our possessions. Something we were attached to. Something we loved and/or hated.


Children need to be shown that death is unavoidable and thereby inconsequential.
If you cannot avoid death, or save anyone else from it's icy clutches, there's absolutely no reason to despair or become overwhelmed by sadness at the death of a loved one.
They once existed, they now do not.
exactly how your phone once existed, now it doesn't exist as your possession.


Accepting death in this manner you probably deem as being too harsh and unnecessary or even as being too tough to practically execute. Better yet, you might want to debate my theory on us being sad because we perceive people as possessions

Thousands of people die every second, yet we feel nothing towards them.
This means, we don't despair death, just specific people dying.

The amount of sadness felt is directly proportional to the level of emotional connected we have with said person. This shows a sense of emotional investment and therefore ownership.


Is it tough? Absolutely!
Is it necessary for happiness? Absolutely!
Are there any famous people attached to it? Yes!

Realizing death as inconsequential was the final realization that lead to Siddhartha becoming the Buddha.
Luckily for you, you don't have to give up anything you own. Why do i say this?
Because you never will, item, person or otherwise..

Random Rhymes

Bright joyful summer days
Gloomy winter nights, often here to stay
Standing high on a mountaintop
Devastatingly smashing to a complete stop

The lonely nights of depression
The one you love, the sense of elation
Love ones ripped away from your heart
New life emerges, another innocent start

You are alone, born and raised,
You are a crowd, yet unfazed
You live to love, you live so you love
You live because you love, you live

The immense weight of living
Repressed urges of feeling
Tied by chains, the bondages of life
Set free by yourself, set free your own life

The choices we chose, the decisions we make
The lives we forgo and consequentially forsake
Chose for us our own little heaven and hell
And help us accumulate our own lightness and weight.

The joys of me

I make excellent company, maybe not to others, but definitely to myself.
It has been forever since i've been out just with myself, which leads me to decide that maybe i should revert to spending more time with myself rather than focusing on other people for a while. The subtle joys of finishing a book at a cafe following by a long walk with slow meditative music often brings out sides of me that lay dormant until these very circumstances occur.
After the first thirty minutes of walk, you become more oblivious to the surrounding, especially if you are particularly familiar with the route. The job of crossing roads, avoiding collision with pedestrians and also avoiding being hit by traffic becomes subconscious as you weave through the few people on the road trying earnestly to get home, or wherever they may have been headed. The entire scene before your eyes melds together in an interesting bokeh as your mind turns inward to listen to yourself think, and think you shall, for it is only so long that you can keep up appearances and lies to yourself.
Free of obligation to talk, you finally speak the truth, the all revealing truth that disrobes you, leaving behind a very conscious fifteen year boy trying his best to conceal his shortcomings.
It is then that you have a choice, stand tall and embrace your shortcomings only to vow to change them so that they no longer are indeed your shortcomings or you could do worse, you could accept your shortcomings as being markers for who you are and vow not to change them, for they now represent you as a person. Probably the worst thing you could do however, is stand there either trying to cover up yourself with your hands or stand there believing yourself to be fully clothed even as the mirror infront of you shows you otherwise.

We're all in all these three characterizations at some or the other degree with respect to each individual thought and action that we have to deal with. We accept certain truths faster than others and some truths are never accepted.

But i digress, what did i intend to write about.
*thinks.

Ah yes, the joys of me.
I need to better explore why i do the things i do. But i already know what i do is a result of the way i think and the way i think is a result of the experiences ive had.
This is more convoluted to explain than i initially gave it credit for.

I may need to revisit this when i can think in more coherent terms.
Until then, i wish you the peace and clarity of thought i just had the pleasure of experiencing; and if you do walk and write about your thoughts, please keep me posted.

Things you adore.

Tell me truthfully your list of favourite movies and i'll tell you what kind of person you are.

Tell me your favourite songs you currently adore, and i'll tell you what kind of mood you are in.

Tell me your nightmares and i'll show you how strong you are

Tell me the best and worst thing you've ever done and i'll show you the times you've only just been misguided

Tell me how many friends you have and i'll tell you how much you need people

Tell me your inner most thoughts sans filter and i'll tell you all.

The Conversation of Existentialism

The Conversation of Existentialism is a long one to have, the conversing parties being you and yourself. I’ve never come across a simpler concept that was so all encompassing and complex within itself.
It almost allures you in with sense of finality and meaning or a definitive lack of it therein; and once in, you realize it to be the quicksand the ancient mystics warned you of. Yet, even within their supposed attempts to dissuade you from self discovery, they seem to create a subconscious want to submerge yourself head first into the pool of questioning everything.

The premier question being WHY.
Why what you may ask, the answer being “Why anything”
What is the point of everything and therefore, what is the point of anything.

I do realize my own shortcomings in describing something that even great people have failed to fully capture in words, yet through the limitations in my capacity to loquaciously describe this which I’ve been going through, know that it does not belittle or limit the intensity of how much I think I feel it.
Why did I use “I think” instead of the more acceptable “I know”? Because I know nothing.

I don’t believe in everlasting bonds of relationships or supernatural powers. I don’t know what happens when I die but I know I will. Statistically and empirically, I can suggest, nothing happens when I die. 4 million years is enough for there to have been at least ONE testable, widely accepted ‘truth’ about what happens when we die. Instead, it boils down to just uneducated guessing, and I mean uneducated in every sense of the word, for only a very very insignificant section of the scientific population even accept the theory of an after-life, let alone the theory of a soul.


Why is it them imperative to have this conversation at all?
Well let us look at it this way. Children have all sorts of problems. From homework to not enough television time; from play ground fights to not getting their desired toys; from being unable to talk to cute members of the opposite sex to not having the money and freedom they think they deserve.
These are exactly the problems we have as adults, albeit upgraded versions of these.
People who never push through this level are your average general populace. They eventually succumb to a “mid-life crisis” and push through it with material or emotional replacements for their supposed problems. Their mid-life crisis becomes a persistent phenomenon and they live building false ideas of entitlement and sometimes is replaced by shallow egos. Affairs are had, expensive things bought, temper tantrums thrown and sometimes anguish projected onto other innocent people.

The Percentage of the general population that breaks through the first layer are people that reach the second level of problems. The problems brought by spiritualism or religion or even by the absence of it. This is where people question the existence of a creator, a lot of people that reach here lean towards believing in a supernatural creator and therefore eventually get trapped here forever and exist in limbo between here and the first layer, believing in a mix problems caused by the first and second layer.

The last kind push through, resolve their out problems and are fairly well settled with the idea of a lack of a creator and therefore battle with the biggest problem of all. The self.
What to do with yourself in a world that was born of random probability and chance.

This is the toughest and biggest battle. Once you’ve reached here, you either fall into a deep depression or reach heights of happiness not even known to be attainable before. From here, you can never fall back into the first category, although if you’ve rushed your way here, you can slip back into the second.


Now, the Why.
Would you live your life as a child? Is that because you are really only scared to grow up? What if really this IS the only life you’ll ever lead. What do you have to lose then? Would you not want to let go of the petty squabbles of problems you have now?
The choice is simple really. To grow up, or not to.

To Free will or not to free will

Do we have any?

I recently heard an interesting lecture on freewill where I came across this idea.

“If we reversed time, back to 1901 and let it play out all over again, would anything at all be different? With exactly the same stimulus and the same events in the same sequence, NOTHING would be different no matter how many times you reversed time and let it play out till today”

This is such huge thought when regarding us as having free will.
Here I wish to clarify I don’t regard freewill as having anything supernatural components, it has neither to be associated with concepts of karma nor fate or destiny.
We’re regarding freewill merely as an individual’s ability to make an independent decision; independent from what though! Ah! A hole in the plot isn’t it!
Women living in the middle-east believe they exert free will by wearing a burkha, women in India do this by wearing traditional dressed and covering their heads, while women in Brazil do this by wearing hot-pants and dancing topless in the streets. Is free will then merely an exertion of your choices which are not only tainted by full our corrupted by socio-economic factors? I’d say yes. What other factors play important roles? Genes? Family? Your chosen/birth religion? Friends? Sure! All of them..

Whether you like tea or coffee,
Whether you are a virgin or a person of tremendous sexual ‘experience’
Whether you are short tempered or peaceful
Whether you are straight, gay, bisexual, these are already predetermined by all the factors mentioned above. What then is you! You’re just a collection of experiences and genes.
I could create a replica of you, put it though the exact same circumstances and experiences and it would be you with the same level of decision making and would be identical in every way possible, this is already well captured in the quoted paragraph.
WHAT then is freewill and why do we hang onto it for dear life? Because there’s no other option that is easier to swallow. Believing we can control things gives us some sense of meaning and serves to ameliorate our existence to at the very least a tolerable level.

Do you believe in free will?
Do you have logical reasons to? I’d love to hear them, maybe be proved wrong, maybe help add to my theory.

HomeSickness/Nostalgia

Being homesick or nostalgic is such a peculiar feeling.
From personal experience, both felt only when you feel even the slightest dissatisfaction with state of your current existence. The intensity of nostalgia or homesickness is almost inversely proportional to the level of your happiness with your current existence.

Don’t let nostalgia consume you. If all it requires is beating the blues that seem to get your down in your daily affair, should be easy right? Wrong.
Fighting nostalgic to begin with, is a subjective proposition. A lot of people, people like me (HAAAHHHHHHHHH, right) have learned to harness it to be creative but an overwhelmingly larger percentage of people who have no outlets are crushed under the weight of heavy hearts.

Ridding yourself of consuming crushing nostalgia is simple.
Plan for your intellectual/creative future: You live in the past because your future seems hazy at best. There’s no scope in your life to better yourself except for insignificant ways like learning a new recipe a month or watching a new movie a week. You have to plan self betterment, if you’re not planning self betterment; you very much deserve to be feeling down.

Don’t put your past up on a pedestal, don’t be afraid to let it go: The second most common reason people suffer is that the uncertainties of the future lead them to glamorize their past, you can spot these easily, they’re the ones to always only talk of the past in endearing ways as the good old days and show a certain disdain for tomorrow or even today

And mostly importantly,
Forgive yourself: The most common reason people are weighed down is that they blame themselves for everything. I know this goes against everything I’ve ever written, but forgive yourself.
Blaming yourself for EVERYTHING is very productive, but not here.
You’re not to blame. It isn’t selfish to want self betterment. It isn’t selfish to not want to be treated with a certain level of humanity. You’ve only acted in the only way you know how, you don’t have to be that person anymore, you have your entire life ahead of you, but only if you plan to have one.
Ask someone for a hug, have a drink or ten, cry about it and be done with it.
Wake up the next day, grab and pen and sit and plan out the rest of your life..

Free Philosophy

Let me summarize things for you.
Namely because I've slotted you all as people who don't generally bother themselves with worrying about the bigger picture like i do * narcissistic snicker*.

1) Never expect anything. Ever. It isn't called pessimism, it is instead called realism. Or Realist behavior. Or something to that effect.
Why? Because this world isn't as altruistic as you think it to be and frankly my dear, no one gives a damn about your little problems. If they pretend to do so, rest assured it isn't permanent and therefore not real.

2)Trust no one: Well that sounds cool doesn't it? Trust no one. So authoritative. Well actually, I mean trust only yourself with everything. Or trust different people with different bits of information and hope these people never meet.
Why? Haven't I told you this already? *sigh. Ok sit down, you're a bit slower than i initially gave you credit for. Do you have a single friend from the time you were five? No? ten maybe? no? that's my point. People change, circumstances change, but bad information put out about you, is permanent. Should you care? Maybe not. Will you care, You definitely will. Oh and on that note, Trust me.

3) Don't have an ambition: Money is pointless. If you think you need a television the size of your wall, 10.1 surround sound, laptops as thin as paper and toilet paper and thin as air, stop reading now.
Why? Easy! whats the fucking point. If you've convinced yourself stuff advertised on television makes you happy, die now.. I'm sure you bastards are pretentious enough to think yourselves different. Maybe you believe "LOVE" keeps you going and the "Outdoors" is where your true inspiration lies. You pretentious idiots. Talk to me when you finally realize that you're nothing but a host for a parasite called life, which sucks you dry, is contagious like the black plague or maybe worse and is irreversibly corrupting of your tender insides.

3) Don't get married/Don't have children: Imaging being with one person for the rest of your life in a way where you have to be a)romantic b) a moral support c)a caregiver d)a confidant e)a doormat for their insecurities..
Having a child? How egotistical are you that you should believe this world will be bettered by the retarded poop you call a child and give a human name. You're just adding to this worlds fucking problems. Do you know ANYTHING about something called a "carbon footprint"? I can buy twenty huge SUVs and make a bonfire of new ones each day of the week until i die, and yet, do less damage to the planet then you having ONE kid. Still want a kid? do you know how many kids grow up in orphanages with things like christanity and penises shoved down their throats? Oh my mistake, there's a dog pound next door, why adopt a kid when you can have a puppy!! Oh PUPPY!! Look at his big puppy eyes! Can we take one home please???
Fricken idiots.

4) Stop paying attention to the fact that I've mentioned point 3 twice. Bloody pedants. Typical behaviour. Let's focus on an irrelevant "mistake" shall we! Not getting married and not having children? How DARE he say that! Who the FUCK does he think he is! He doesn't even know to number properly.
Way to miss the "big picture". No Cake for you.

5) Be better than yesterday: well if not yesterday, then the day before. If not that, then last week, but ensure progress. If you're not going forward, you're sinking. *P.S doesn't always apply. for example, you won't sink if you don't go forward on a paved road, you'll just be the idiot holding up the pedestrian traffic at rush hour.
Why? You're alive. Can you kill yourself? Do you want to? Assuming you answered no to these questions, what else would you rather do, live a life comparable to a vegetative state, or progress in EVERY way that interests you. (assuming you answered yes, please IM me, i have questions for you) (assuming you're the kind of fool who doesn't know what IM means, please send me a message or comment if you rather that)

6) Debate people. Constantly: well i don't mean a full out war, i just mean a good clean argument with an open mind.
Why? That's how you'll learn more than you'll ever learn by only listening and not debating. You'll also form your best arguments with your back up against a wall, and if you can't, you'd want to rethink why you're on the side you are on.

7) Read. Watch. Listen.
This is the age of information.. The internet says our mobile phones have the same computing power as the computers NASA used to send armstrong to the moon. Do you use it only to "tweet", "message", "facebook" or er google "cute cats in hats"?


That's it. Sounds simple? It isn't..
I assure you there are more, but this seems to be a good beginner's list.

Next week on the "Free Philosophy" Series,
"Freud was wrong, I don't seek physical relations with family members nor do i want to kill my dad"
and
"Are you stuck in a rut, in a job going no where, in a relationship where you're the more intelligent/good looking/aware person and don't know how to change your life for the better? Buy a gun and shoot yourself"

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Worlds - in perspective. - incomplete

How many worlds do you live in?
Billions.
If the world you currently live in is nothing but a projection of your own perspective seeking vainly to elucidate the physical world that encompasses you, then we can thereby consider that as a uniquely different world from the one I know and live in.
Your outlook on life, your social surrounding, your value system and even genetic makeup can very drastically affect the structure and very fiber of the elements that compose your world.

In our separate little segments of our own realities, we live by a set of evolving rules as defined by how our inner subconscious reacts to the world formed as a result of collision of the worlds created by everyone interacting on any level.

Me

Im me
in a weird way
that no one else can be.