It is a forced trip down memory lane, actually more like deja vu; one of those which leaves a bitter taste and negates the gladness of the thought "this has happened before" or just "I knew this was coming". Anyways, the trip was not nothing like what the green stuff sends you at.
The P word still seems distant and it sucks when it comes around so often that every time I try to look it up, I realize its still missing in my dictionary. I did try to put it once in my oxford, but it just didn't fit with the other words there. It seemed too out of place even after adjusting it with words like pure rubbish and pretty big piece of turd, but still it couldn't fit in and so I said "to heck with it" and I let it go, hoping never to see the likes of it again. Apparently I didn't know better.
They say that G man up there created everything left it on us to decide how'd we want to run the world. So evidently the green stuff (not the same as the plant), the lines we see in the Atlas, the arguments fought over whose line is bigger, the people who're selected to manage the space within those lines and so on were created by us; so G man doesn't have to be blamed for anything and it can be put all on us. Pretty convenient and smart I'd say. Similarly, he created us and whats inside us. So the heart was made and so was the mind for a reason. Now, practicality suggests that I should ignore what the heart says and listen only to the brain cause this is what'll lead me to eternal happiness and may be even salvation. This IS quite attractive, but... yeah right! Unfortunately (or may be fortunately) I've yet to understand this phenomenon. The heart was made to beat and circulate blood and beat harder when you either have a gun in your face or may be a chick without clothes; but thats it. The dual medium of thinking doesn't exist. Employing both your organs to do your thinking and selecting one of their decisions means you're just pissing off one of them and you've a serious problem of disguised unemployment. One does not rule the other, but rather compliments it. One is not a superhero and the other one a nemesis; but rather fellow members of the justice league or the avengers.
I've been called immature, a Superman wannabe, a 20 year old with a superhero complex and at times even funny... and yes, guilty as charged. Being p would invite retribution and revenge to settle and satisfy the mind, thank god I'm not. This is a complete rant I know, but whoever cares to give this a glance would agree or at least think its bull shit; and it is the thought that matters, even if the post reminds you off human feces or animal dung.
Being of the non-practical kin sucks most of the times... even deepthroats at times; which literally does feel amazing, figuratively doesn't. But if being a control freak, if ignoring the red beating organ, if being practical pays, even then, no... I'd rather be a heart following entrepreneur earning my own profits. The epitome of joy still trumps the depth of numbness.
The P word still seems distant and it sucks when it comes around so often that every time I try to look it up, I realize its still missing in my dictionary. I did try to put it once in my oxford, but it just didn't fit with the other words there. It seemed too out of place even after adjusting it with words like pure rubbish and pretty big piece of turd, but still it couldn't fit in and so I said "to heck with it" and I let it go, hoping never to see the likes of it again. Apparently I didn't know better.
They say that G man up there created everything left it on us to decide how'd we want to run the world. So evidently the green stuff (not the same as the plant), the lines we see in the Atlas, the arguments fought over whose line is bigger, the people who're selected to manage the space within those lines and so on were created by us; so G man doesn't have to be blamed for anything and it can be put all on us. Pretty convenient and smart I'd say. Similarly, he created us and whats inside us. So the heart was made and so was the mind for a reason. Now, practicality suggests that I should ignore what the heart says and listen only to the brain cause this is what'll lead me to eternal happiness and may be even salvation. This IS quite attractive, but... yeah right! Unfortunately (or may be fortunately) I've yet to understand this phenomenon. The heart was made to beat and circulate blood and beat harder when you either have a gun in your face or may be a chick without clothes; but thats it. The dual medium of thinking doesn't exist. Employing both your organs to do your thinking and selecting one of their decisions means you're just pissing off one of them and you've a serious problem of disguised unemployment. One does not rule the other, but rather compliments it. One is not a superhero and the other one a nemesis; but rather fellow members of the justice league or the avengers.
I've been called immature, a Superman wannabe, a 20 year old with a superhero complex and at times even funny... and yes, guilty as charged. Being p would invite retribution and revenge to settle and satisfy the mind, thank god I'm not. This is a complete rant I know, but whoever cares to give this a glance would agree or at least think its bull shit; and it is the thought that matters, even if the post reminds you off human feces or animal dung.
Being of the non-practical kin sucks most of the times... even deepthroats at times; which literally does feel amazing, figuratively doesn't. But if being a control freak, if ignoring the red beating organ, if being practical pays, even then, no... I'd rather be a heart following entrepreneur earning my own profits. The epitome of joy still trumps the depth of numbness.
