We do say we’re friends, but why? Is it that we know each others’ secrets? Is it that we share the same interests, likes and dislikes? Is it because you did help me out when I was in a tight spot? Or is it that we just fear being alone?
Honesty in this day of social media is quite fickle. Your “friends” will like the shit you post online no matter how terrible, might never tell you. I get it, theres honesty, being rude or just being a bitch. Since it somewhere with an internet connection, even the toilet, people get the confidence to say some of the weirdest shit when shitting.
But we have to adapt. It’s not like technology is going anywhere……yeah, apparently its not. This now is my avenue to air my depressing thoughts. Tough luck. I really don’t have to care what you say, since my friends no longer like my truth bombs. I always did start with a, “I don’t wanna hurt you…” but come on, what if his breath really did stink? I had to be a “friend” and tell him to stop kissing the toilet bowl. Never understood how he ended up married and me single.
So, friends of the internet, HAIL HYDRA and don’t bring your unsolicited advice and truths here.
At times being naïve doesn’t hurt. You wake up and hope that the day will turn out okay. But how many times does that happen? Yeah, remember the cliché, “life’s a bitch”. It ends up in the column of shitty days, but we always persevere. Yes, there are the good days but those aren’t the ones that keep us up at night.
So, will we just stare at the ceiling all night on election day or sleep like a baby? Will we say, we fought the good fight or we gave up on this country a long time ago and it aint my problem no more. We as a human race aren’t perfect, not even close. But at times it isn’t the perfect people who save the day, but the perfect imperfect. John D. Rockefeller single handedly streamlined, standardized and brought order to the American petroleum industry. In so doing he was a shrewd business man and created a monopoly. But it had to be done.
There is a presidential candidate out there who can whip this country into shape. I don’t know who, I don’t know how – my naivity astound…
I dint say lets be weird about it. After all the parents may be watching. It’s a different type of love. After all, Jesus Christ did simplify it to those two commandments. But these days religion has become a sore subject. Don’t just assume its just fellow Christians out there in the big universe. Every one has the way they associate. Yours isn’t the “perfect” doctrine you peg it to be.
However, some things do go across the board. When you meet an oncoming person on the street, you already have a which-way dance. Literally ants do the same thing. It’s in our DNA. Love should also be in our DNA. I don’t get why suddenly people discriminate about tribe, race, religion and colour. Like come on! I get born non-white and suddenly its “that ones overcooked, I don’t want it. You take it!” who said white’s perfect? My white clothes are never the same as they left the store. No matter how many times I scrub and bleach, “tint haitoki”
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