We’re all stuck in the matrix. We have been so absorbed into the digital world that we can’t even figure things out on our own anymore. It has literally come to the point that even for basic life skills and experiences, you are not required to leave the comfort of your home to figure out or see. We, as digital beings, need to go back to the stone age, or perhaps even our infant years and touch the fire stove and learn that it is hot. Take a risk and suffer the consequences. Go skinny dipping. Hell, we could even just go outside for a bit.

The sheer number of pussies in this world can be demonstrated fairly easy using our easily identified, and fully praised overlord: Google.

The above images are real, folks. People are asking how to kiss, how to get pregnant, why they’re not losing weight, why they’re depressed, even going as far as to ask “why am I ugly?”
The answer to all of the questions asked above (except for the internet related ones) is simply: Go out and try it, thats how.
These people really need to be told how to live?

Well, I’ll be writing them an open letter right now.

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Dear Overweight, depressed, ugly, kiss-free, poor cooking, wannabe mother, googling whore,

Have you ever looked in a mirror before? Have you ever kept track of the things you do or say? Have you even once considered how much of a jackass you might actually be? If the answer is no to all 3 of those questions, then you just might be the hopeless sack of bones you make yourself out to be. Are you really so useless or incapable that the idea of going out in public and possibly trying something is absolutely horrendous to you? Then I do not wish for your well-being. Consider this: when you were a kid (if a behemoth, mouth breathing twat like you ever was one) did you figure things out by googling them? Probably not, at least, I didn’t. If we wanted to know about something, we’d go smell, touch, bite, throw, hit or grab it. If we didn’t care to know about anything, it wouldn’t have even stolen our attention for a moment. Now, instead of ‘discovering themselves’, we have people like you spending their time on the internet ‘googling’ their traits, problems and setbacks to figure out what’s wrong with their life. News Flash: Nothing is wrong, what you’re experiencing is a part of life. A part of life that you are now missing out on because instead of facing it, you’re reading about other people facing it, on the internet, at home, in the dark. Now it’s probably dawning on you that I am being very critical about your lifestyle, and its probably offending you instead of making you feel like shit. Maybe it is making you feel like shit, that would be good, considering you should feel like shit. You’ve essentially “cheated life”. Congratulations. You are a plague on the world itself, you do nothing but consume and you detract from the wellness of society overall. Your mind is simply a relay of whatever you read on the internet. In fact, you’re more of a robot than a person at this point. I believe I speak for everyone who isn’t like you when I say, “Come join us in the real world, but if you don’t want to, or can’t for some bullshit reason or disorder you recently discovered on the internet, then fuck off forever.”. We are human beings, we are not materialized wikipedias, we respond to consequence and reaction. We learn by doing, and from our experiences and perceptions of those experiences. If you do not want to “do” things, and instead you just want to read about them, then seriously… fuck off. How to kiss? How to get pregnant? Really? I’ll tell you what. You’re better off doing neither, because I’m imagining you look like a rhinoceros mated with jabba the hut and the comic book guy from The Simpsons, complete with double cleft lip and down syndrome, and aids. The reason you don’t know how to kiss, or get pregnant, or solve a rubix cube, or lose weight — is because you’ve never applied yourself to trying it, and figuring it out on your own. You are quite literally SKIPPING the most important parts of those things, just to ‘get them done’. Well, what’s the point? Like I always said, it is never fun to cheat in video games (unless we’re talking about GTA or the likes.. pure carnage rules) so why would it be fun to cheat in real life?
Since you’re so useless, I suggest you just combine your googling adventures and get it over with. Search for what you’re really looking for an answer for…

In the meantime, while you’re getting in my way on the road or on the sidewalks, promise me you’ll never breed?
Thanks,
XYFTW

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Go outside, do what you want to do, if something interests you, try it out, act on your primal desires.
(I do not condone rape or anything of the sorts)

To me, I cannot think of anything more important than every once in awhile, breaking free of the jail that is our digital lives and going out and doing the thing we like or want to learn more about.
Laziness should not be an obstacle when it comes to seeking enjoyment.
Laziness is what I consider “down time” from doing so many things we like. We don’t want to exhaust our resources of fun, after all. Laziness should not be the thing preventing you from doing something, it should be the thing you resort to after doing pretty much everything.

Want to talk to that cute girl? Do it.
Want to learn how to ride a motorcycle? Go do it.
Want to figure out how to kiss someone? How about you go and find someone who will actually kiss you first, and then do it.
Want to know how to lose weight? Have you tried the obvious? Yes? Have you tried the obvious for an extended period? No? THEN GO DO IT.
Want to know how to get pregnant? Yeah, there’s no hope for you. Babies come from swans or some shit. Only the lucky mommies get them.

I said once earlier, it seems like depression, sadness, and pity, are all benchmarks for overall happiness. It’s like, in order to be abnormal, you need to be suicidal or very severely depressed OR legitimately happy. I’m not sure if it is seasonal or not, but I don’t understand why people can’t just do the right thing and DEAL WITH THEIR SHIT ACCORDINGLY.

I’ve faced a lot of tough times in my life, as everyone has. That’s life, really, it is. DEAL WITH IT!
It just continues to blow my mind that people will sit and complain day after day, but they’ll never take action.

So, today I’m announcing my new personal law. Must be adhered to by all of my friends and family that wish to talk to me.

You have absolutely no right to complain about something, unless you are taking the appropriate action to fix it.

That’s all I really want to say on that topic. Short and sweet. I owe you guys a long, meaty post later today. (Haha, long, meaty.)

Her back must hurt. She’s taking action by moving away from what’s causing her pain.

Today, my focus is fashion.
Gay? Perhaps, but hold on to your panties ladies, this might be the opposite of what you’re expecting.

Now, shall we?

1.Ugg Boots

The statement they want to make: “I’m hip, trendy, and cool! Look at me! My boyfriend is hotter than yours!!!! I’m easy going, black eyed peas are my favorite musical group and I have a very up-to-date             understanding of fashion!”

The statement they’re really making: “I’m a spoiled brat. I’ll sleep with you if you can recite two lines from twilight (THE BOOK BECAUSE I LIKED IT BEFORE IT WAS POPULAR) and you have the abdominals of a juiced up spartan who eats psychedelic mushrooms before and after pumping iron with satan himself. I’ll cry if you cheat on me, but I’ll flirt with every guy in existence without batting an eyelash. I wear stupid fucking clothes.”

2. Scarves (On men)

The statement they want to make: “I’m unique. I’m not afraid  to show off my sense of style. I like listening to “The Postal Service” and “Owl City” while writing poetry. I frequent coffee houses and read intellectual books. I’m an agnostic vegan who is in the middle of writing a short romance novel that I cannot finish because I haven’t found true love yet. Come to me.”

The statement they’re really making: “I’m a sissy necked bitch. I have no style, its just easier to wear a scarf than to grow a beard. Well, I have a beard, but its a neckbeard. Or a neard, if you will. I love coffee houses because they won’t accept my kind anywhere else. I am not unique, I am a poorly rehashed version of Fall Out Boys’ lead singer’s persona. I listen to shitty music, am inadequate in bed, and get off to Asian porn. The only poetry I actually like was written by Shel Silverstein”
+10 fem points if worn during the warmer seasons.

3. Large Sunglasses (Female)

The statement they want to make: “I’m a fashionable person who loves the way sunglasses make me feel. I love to look cute and I hate driving into the sunlight. I don’t know what I’d do without them!”

The statement they’re really making: “I have an ugly face, and I know it. I might be high, don’t tell mom”

4. Vibram Five Fingers (Toe Shoes)

The statement they want to make: “I love being active. I believe in a healthy foot – person relationship. I want to really have that extra range of motion that will really make my hiking experiences that much wilder! Nothing feels better than being able to wiggle your toes. I’m on the cutting edge of athletic development and fitness.”

The statement they’re really making: “I’m not sure if I’m straight. I want to wear toe socks but you can’t hike with them. I am completely oblivious to how retarded I look to others. I love spending my money on stupid shit, and I’ll buy any product that you can show me on an infomercial when I randomly wake up after a tear filled night of watching the Lifetime Movie Network. I vote Democrat no matter what. Hilary Clinton rocks!”

5. Ed Hardy Shirts

The statement they want to make: “I have class but I’m still wild. I’m fashionable but fully straight. I’ve got money to throw around, I love to party, and I’m a sociable and outgoing person. I’m popular for a reason.”

The statement they’re really making: “I am a colossal douche bag. I deserve to be tied up in the basement of George W. Bush’s ranch home and get anally raped by pig farmers while I deep throat my mother’s strap on as my father drills me in the ass and throws quarters at the back of my head, while calling me his bitch. I love nothing more than spending $45 in drinks on fat girls at college town bars in hopes that they will give me a sloppy blowjob using their drunken vomit as lube in a filthy bathroom. I dance like an epileptic fish who has down syndrome swims. I frequent night clubs in hopes that I can feel a vagina while dancing, drive home drunk and sing Linkin Park on the way there. When I get home, I’d smell my fingers  and masturbate while visualizing my overweight, acne-ridden, third cousin who has a fat pussy strip tease me. I am roughly what a miscarriage would look like if it had legs. My only goal in life is to drink three liters of afterbirth while I get sucked off by a bald, overweight, butch dyke construction working woman wearing overalls. I was goth in middle school.”

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I hope you enjoyed that as much as I didn’t
Love,
XYFTW

Yummy.

SO — I’m writing my own “10 Step Guide”!
This guide will help you misguided folks deal/cope/confront/resolve your problems, but only if you listen to me the entire way through.

Here we go.

Step One: Realize your problem is probably not that big of a deal.
Statistically, 98% of problems aren’t that big of a deal. Okay, I made that up, but it can’t be too far off. People really do tend to exaggerate their problems — they blow them out of proportion and then end up treating them like serious life issues. Essentially, people make out their problems to be much worse than they actually are.
To fix this, simply realize that your problem isn’t really that big of a deal.
In other words, put it in perspective, objectively!

Step Two: Deal with the problem early on
Problems are usually very easily recognized, and early on. Have you had a friend that has been slowly complaining more and more about their new job,  their current relationship, or their numerous illnesses (mental or physical)  etc?
Well, if they can’t recognize they have a problem with something, even when they bitch about it constantly, then there is probably no hope and they’d be better off crying over stupid things for the rest of their life.
Problems, of any intensity, can cause seriously afflict you emotionally and physically. So it is important to deal with them early on, as to not let them do this to you.

“I can’t get it up with my girlfriend, even when she wears this!”
Did you ever consider that you might be gay, or seriously ill? When your natural body functions become affected by something, then you know you’ve already been riding on it for much too long. Can’t figure it out for yourself? Consider a doctor, it IS their job, by the way.

Step Three: Quit being a pussy
What, you’re overweight? Go to the gym.
Not getting laid? Go socialize with the opposite sex. Practice makes perfect.
Bad grades in school, poor performance at work? Then study/work harder, dumbass.
Friend mad at you for something you said? Apologize or curb them, dumbass, quit being a baby.
Shoes don’t fit anymore? Get new shoes.
Girlfriend broke up with you? Boo-fucking-hoo, find a new girlfriend.

Really, I’d say that the majority of problems only continue to  exist because of failure to act due to some sort of excuse or mental resistance.
Step 3 is key. QUIT BEING A PUSSY.

Step Four: Take your mind off of the problem
So now you’ve realized that your problem isn’t really that big of a deal, and you’ve already started dealing with/confronting the problem in order to fix it, and you’re not being a giant pussy anymore.
But, it’s still on your mind, picking at you every hour of the day. This is a problem, isn’t it?
Well, you have a couple options. You could blow your brains out, that will take the problem off your mind and put it on the wall. I don’t really recommend that.
Do something you ENJOY. Or do something you don’t enjoy, but is distracting.
I suggest: Running, Masturbating, Reading, Writing, Listening to music, Masturbating, Watch movies, and Masturbating.
It is important not to skip this step because the root of how we exaggerate our problems starts with us thinking about them too much.

Step Five: Get more problems in your life!
Nothing puts problems in perspective quite like having other, worse problems! If your worse problem in life is that your girlfriend broke up with you, your life probably fucking sucks, Or, is really fucking good.
You are probably not doing enough in your life to begin with (see step four) if the little things are bothering you as much as they are. If relationship issues are ruining your life, then you have a seriously dull life.
Yes, I’m serious.

Step Six: Look at the problem objectively
By following these steps, you probably already are starting to view your problem more objectively. However, many problems can be as simple as 0′s and 1′s. You need to look at your problems objectively, and then look at how you can solve it, instead of complaining about it all day, or whining in a dark room while writing poetry.

You are a smoker but you want to quit? Then you need to quit.
There is no logical reason to continue, so just fucking quit.

I don’t want to hear how god damn hard it is. You can’t quit cancer so you better step the fuck up and quit smoking before you graduate to cadaver status.

Though, this suit would really hug your curves well.

Step Seven: Repeat step four
I can not stress enough how bad thinking about your problems all day will make life for you.
Go see the people you like, and go do something you like to do.
This is a huge thing. I have gone from being bottom of the mood meter to the top just by seeing someone I really like, and talking them for a bit.
You ABSOLUTELY NEED TO TAKE YOUR MIND OFF OF IT
You will be surprised how fast it goes from “MY LIFE IS OVER” to “Well, I feel good, lets go work out!”
If you’re such a pussy that you won’t go out and see someone, at the very least take a shower, then a nap. (and masturbate)

Step Eight: Don’t be afraid of the outcome
If you said something really bad to someone — apologize, or do something to make up for it. Do it because YOU want to, not out of pity or remorse. Do not  be afraid of what will become of your following actions. This is a guide for solving YOUR problems, not other people’s problems. Don’t be afraid that they won’t like you enough to hear you out, or that admitting to something will cause someone to hate you forever.

Do things based on YOUR feelings. You do not NEED PERMISSION TO DO ANYTHING from another individual. You are a HUMAN BEING. What sets us apart from other species is our ability to make conscious decisions throughout life. You don’t need ANYONE else to decide for you, you are NOT a lap dog! Sorry for the random caps, but it blows my mind how many people need a ‘hint’ or a ‘clue’ or the slightest sign of being exposed to come out and admit to/say something.

You are no one’s lap dog (though being hers might not be a bad thing.)

Step Nine: Don’t always blame yourself
Nothing bothers me more than a constant apologizer.  They are sorry for everything, they’re sorry for texting you at 6 am, they’re sorry for getting to your house too early because you’re not ready yet, they’re sorry that their house is not up to your standards.

Shut the hell up. It’s tough grasp, I know, because you’re such a moron. BUT — Not everything is your fault. If your significant other breaks it off, it could very well be an issue that is entirely related to them, and that has nothing to do with you. I have considered breaking ties with certain people simply because I can’t see myself having enough time for them, even if they’re great people, I’m not ready to take on more ‘people responsibility’ at that time in my life. It’s not as if I let them go, I just simply quit actively being in contact with them.

Step six should have already lead you to this (this is why they’re steps, people). However, if it doesn’t, since you are a human you have the ability to decide. DECIDE what happened is not your fault, perhaps someone else is overreacting. Give a simple apology, but don’t let their bullshit get through to you. If they don’t have enough brains to realize their fault without you having to tell them about it, then you’re looking at a dramatic person, who will only bring you down in the future.

Step Ten: Talk to someone you trust
Sometimes, once you’ve dealt with the majority of the emotional weight of a problem, alls it takes is to talk to someone you trust to fully seal it away.
Do this once you feel mostly freed up of the problem, just explain to a good friend what’s been going on, and you’ll feel better either that day or the next day (unless you have dumb friends)
If you don’t have anyone to talk to, you’re delusional, everyone has someone to talk to.
If not, there are billions of forums that are made for this kind of thing, so go take a god damn look for yourself and QUIT BEING A PUSSY. (Step three!)

“Self, society fucking sucks, but the little things that bring it down could very easily be fixed. Whats the deal?”

Well, me, lets take a look at some of the things that suck (that could easily be fixed).

Inadequate fitness facilities
Seriously, when the majority of the population is pre-diabetic, and bordering on morbid obesity, you start to wonder why commercial gyms are practically useless for the average person.
I’ve been in a couple commercial gyms lately, and I took note that while the rooms are filled with machines and free-weights, the majority of people are doing some weird sit-ups or moving a snail’s pace on the treadmill. Looking around, I realized that even if these people had any knowledge of fitness, fat loss, or muscle building, the facilities would be absolutely inadequate for any of those.

Squat racks. The majority of commercial gyms have one. Did you know that you can literally work every body part in a squat rack? Don’t forget the SQUATS! The most beneficial exercise any human being can do (provided they are capable of doing them). Yet there is typically only one of them. How offensive, every time I go into those gyms, I think I actually get a little bit weaker.

All the while, our soon diabetic wheel-chair bound fatasses are biking at 1.1 miles per hour watching the latest episode of Everybody Loves Raymond.
Seriously America, it would be so easy to fix this. Take away a couple of those TV’s and put the money towards some more squat racks, maybe have a personal trainer that is not paid by session, but paid hourly to help the common gym-goer get a better idea of what the fuck is going on. I’m sick of seeing the 90 year old man curl the toilet paper roll because he has no god damn idea what he is doing (while the general manager looks on, waiting for him to stop so he can offer him a $130 personal training session and assessment). I offer the help I can, but people are so ungrateful and moronic, and they don’t really tend to trust the guy sweating his ass off and grunting every rep. He’s going to have bone problems in the future! Stupid.

Terribly unhealthy food (from restaurants)
This is one thing that gets me going. I love going out to eat, but these restaurants really know how to royally fuck shit up. I’m not really a salad-eating kind of guy, so when I go out, I indulge. Yet it still blows my mind how horrible foods that are normally AS HEALTHY AS IT GETS come out of the chef’s kitchen looking like a pile of grease vomit and afterbirth.

Next time you go out to eat, check out The Daily Plate and see what you might be getting yourself into.

Here’s an example:
Applebee’s serves what is called a ‘Bourbon Street Steak’

Yummy!!!! Looks good and lean, and healthy.

Wrong. You’d be better off eating a carton of ice-cream that night.
Here are some nutritional facts on this beautiful, magnificent piece of meat.

Wait. 1067 calories? Am I reading this right?
Yes. I am.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
HOW CAN YOU FUCK UP LEAN MEAT?

1067 Calories
71.6 Grams of Fat
1447 mg of Sodium
13.3 g of carbohydrates
90g of protein (almost makes it worth it)

That is a really fucking bad steak, folks, and its from Applebee’s, so it couldn’t possibly taste very good.
Do yourself a favor and go to a supermarket and just buy 5 steaks, all of them combined might hit 800 calories (including steak sauce). Oh, and they won’t even touch 71 grams of fat*
*Depends on the leanness.

If you really want to eat like shit, at least eat like shit with an idea of how truly shitty your shitty food is.
In fact head over to BL1Y’s blog and he’ll show you how to eat junk food, the educated way.  Take a look at his junk-food comparison posts, they’re quite good.

Anyways, people eat the Bourbon steak and wonder why they’re getting fat.
It’s because they’re morons and they don’t have any idea what they’re putting in their mouth. It could be solidified cow shit and people would still buy it up.
Infuriating.

Oh well, I’m sure you get the point by now.

NEXT.

Uneducated population (on the topic of consumer products)

Hey I heard you wanted a new computer! Great! What do you want?
You don’t know what to look for? Shit, better go harass the innocent kids working at Best Buy, maybe try to get their home phone number so you can call them up and troubleshoot your problems after you click the giant flashy advertisement telling you that you’ve w0n two million dollars because you are the thousandth visitor to the “Native Spirits and Wolf Mythology” website.

Actually, don’t do that, you goddamn moron

USE IT

How about you google it, and do a little fucking research?
Actually, I’ll even google it for you.

Even the website asks you, “Was that so hard?”. The answer is NO, ITS NOT HARD.
Working retail, nothing bothers me more when someone calls me up and starts drilling my brain for tech support they could have gotten by spending two minutes on the internet, or when someone comes in looking for a laptop but is actually unsure what they’re used for because they “don’t look like normal computers” (True story)

Obviously this is not limited to computers, it can be applied to anything.

It just blows my mind, the things people ask without looking into them first. It’s actually quite scary, really.

Thats enough for today, I’ll be continuing more on this at a later date. Every day I see something new (that sucks and could easily be fixed), but I’m not about to write a book on the subject.

She loves her a treadmill snail. yes she does.

Have a nice day!

S/he wrote:

“If something said can be interpreted in two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

In addition, if you ask a question you do not expect an answer to, expect an answer you do not want to hear.”

In between sneering and having miniature involuntary violent seizures, I grasped an idea of what could have driven someone to post something like this. Even as short as it is, you are looking at something that contains essays worth of explanation and analyzing.

Beliefs like this bother me, to an unmentionable level
What could possibly drive someone to write that? I think I have a good explanation and a proper rebuttal as to why it is NONSENSE! (or at least, why it should be.)

To guys: Women are already expecting your words to have double meanings, especially if you are just starting to meet them. They are unaware of your intentions and they will scan everything you say and break it down in an attempt to dig up said intentions. Unfortunately, the majority of guys are buying into this game far too much, almost speaking in tongue and trying to say things without actually saying them. Men who are indirect and skippy when it comes to serious conversations are nearly leading the male-feminist uprising. These baby-sacked pussies do not know how to spit out words directly so they resort to using metaphors or tonality to deliver what they really want to say. I noticed that it has gotten so bad, in fact, that many women become completely skeptical about everything a man is saying. This skepticism leads to lines such as, but not limited to: “Are you sure?” “Do you really mean that?” “I’ve been told that before….” “Prove it”. etc. You get the point.
Listen to me now, NO. Fuck that shit.
Guys, if you are speaking to someone, do not be a pussy. Words mean what they mean, do not try to say something at all, unless you’re going to sack up and actually say what you’re trying to say. This is exactly why I don’t make promises, unless I absolutely know I can fulfill them. Men are not meant to be word-twisting tricksters. So stop trying to be clever or indirect when you’re dealing with serious subjects.

I would be willing to bet that 80% of meaningless relationship drama is generated by the man saying something, and the woman thinking he meant something completely different, only to get completely upset about it and not tell the man why she’s upset. Even worse, I am betting that in most situations, the man said something meaning it entirely in a different way than it was said, and the woman interpreted it in her own way as well, also completely differently from what the man meant to say, and still got upset.

That is three interpretations of something that should only have one. Are you getting where I’m going with this?
In all of history, the quotes that are the most powerful are driven by those who  said them actually following through with what they said, completely.

Veni Vidi Vici ; I came, I saw, I conquered – Julius Caesar

Do you know why this is one of the most popular quotes in the history of mankind? Its because Julius Caesar said it. He was a land-conquering badass, who would have had anyones throat if they thought otherwise. The quote packs a tremendous amount of meaning and power because it defines exactly what Julius had done in his lifetime. This quote is as pure and genuine as it gets, because anyone with a basic understanding of history knows what he said was no bullshit. He did as he said. That is what real men do.

So why do men put themselves in a place of weakness but not speaking with the truth, or by speaking with trickery and indirect nonsense?
Read the post I am giving attention to again. This is a woman, she expects the opposite of what you mean and she hasn’t even heard what you have had to say yet. Does this not seem like a problem to you? I find her views on this are very common with women, and I find it disgusting.

Men, stop being indirect when you’re being serious. Say something only if you mean it, and put all of your confidence behind everything you say, or you may as well retire to bitch-boy status.

Honestly though, do we need any more pussy men in the world? Just shut the fuck up unless you’re going to say exactly what you mean, and maybe women will start to take a man’s word as an honest and serious thing again.

She loves it when guys don’t pussy foot around their own words. She loves it real good.

To begin things, I would like to say that I hate bloggers with a passion like none other. I find that people musing their life problems on the internet *(the opposite of what I’ll be doing) tend to usually be the pussies in life that you end up half-walking behind on a sidewalk because they are moving too slow, staring at their iPhone in an attempt to avoid eye contact with the oncoming pedestrians. I will not become one of those disgusting creatures, and if I do, I will hope that whoever reads my posts will call me out on it.

*I will be blogging about my distaste of others, consider me a critic of humanity from now on.

From my perspective, I believe it is a necessary evil, as well as my job in life, to call out others on their faults (I expect others to do the same to me). The whole idea is not that I’m perfect, but that others are far less perfect than I am. I don’t claim righteousness… well, I do, but I don’t claim that I have all the answers or a bulletproof understanding of the world around me. I do, however, have more answers than most, and I will articulate them as well as humanly possible. Not just anyone can do that, and certainly no caveman can do it. So I trust you’ll see the value in reading my hateful words during the duration of my blogging career.

You hate me already, don’t you?
Good.
You’re a hypocrite, by the way.

What I’m doing is purely human nature, even if it is the negative part of human nature, it is still human nature to judge, preconceive, distrust, and dislike things and others.

“well, I don’t judge!”
Shut up, yes you do. Not only is it scientifically proven that you judge, it is blatantly obvious by observing your choices in life that you judge more than anyone who probably openly admits to judging.

“You’re an arrogant dick!”
Why yes, yes I am. But — I am not necessarily arrogant, I don’t really think I’m better than anyone else, as I see all humans as equals (unless they are self-destroyed junkies). I may act arrogant, but I find that being arrogant is a way of assessing another persons self confidence. Outrageous, isn’t it? Yes, I know. You act like you’re god around a stranger, and you watch their expressions, if they cower and just get cold towards you, then guess who already won the confidence war? You did. That is who. I do not fancy weak people. I want everyone around me to have a dynamic personality, filled with a billion variables, all of which they are proud of and not ashamed to man up to them. You ever have that friend who got all touchy because you made fun of his choice of women, or favorite foods? Douche bag. I don’t look past this. Surround yourself with leaders and you yourself may become one if you can handle it.
My blog is simply going to be about how I handle situations, how I view things, what I understand, and my strict critique of humanity. It is entirely founded on the principle that if I put myself ‘out there’, consistently, I will discover my OWN faults and adjust my life accordingly, to get rid of them. This part, which most bloggers tend to avoid, is what sets me apart from the shoegazing pussies.

Thanks to BL1Y, I will ALSO be posting gratuitous hotties in order to man-up this bland and plain looking page.

Kristen Bell, everyone. You’re welcome

Until next time..