Why was I so confused? It's all so easy.

 Well, I've made a new friend this month. She seems quite nice and harmless, and ofcourse, we all know harmless is which sense. I don't know if she'll be making more appearances here but for the sake of this blog, let's give her a name. Nancy seems like a good fit. So Nancy and I have been chatting lately, and by lately I mean this last month, about the common human behaviour that we notice throughout our days as people. Which translates to bitching about people. And she noticed I have a saviour complex, that I like to save people and help them, blah blah blah. Well, NANCY, you are right. But I never told you exactly why do I have a saviour complex. So, in this post, I will try to explain that as well as I can. And no, I'm not writing this because of you. I just feel a bit down lately and writing helps. As a kid, yes we are starting at that age, a boy has no worries, no qualms, no bones to pick with anyone. But it is the process of 'turning into a man' that

Got this idea from VCPR where they have a show called Pressing Issues with your host Maurice Chavez. So, we know what is good  and what is bad. What to do, and what not to do. But now how to be get the masses to conform to it? By legislating it and making it an actual law to be practiced rather than an advice . Now comes the problem of convincing the neo fascist politicians who can't leave the right wing even if they actually wanted to. On the other hand, we could gather the support of the leftists because, lately it feels like all they really care about is an authority figure to oppose. Or simply put, the only thing that they care about is the right wing. Ironic, isn't it? So, how can we manipulate this 'cold war' to our benefit? I'm sure we can, but what would be the best approach? Do we present it to the right wing extremists as another neo fascist ideology and fool them into doing our bidding, or are WE now the right wing extremists who are doing the exact same

 Love is, in my opinion , the best feeling in the world. I talked to a friend today and she is taking a break from all this. But I couldn't help asking her why and trying to persuade her. I hope I didn't try too hard, it is her life afterall. But the fact that we have corrupted the single most powerful emotion that man can feel and made it a legitimate phobia is something that deeply offends me. By a show of hands, how many of you don't want to fall in love because it just hurts too damn much? See, so many of you raised your hands. Heck, I remember the first time I fell in love. It was magical, I cried everyday and that hurt like hell. I was pretty much dead inside and numb on the outside, causing chaos, trying to end myself, getting into fights, giving up on life to just end up marrying my girlfriend who was 7 years older than me and I had no feelings for her, being pretty much high all the time just to avoid the pain. And it was perhaps the darkest time of my life. Now, I

 Some times in this world you end up in situations you never asked to be in, or you get caught off-guard and don't know what to do. Those are the moments that end up defining who you are as a person. That ends up being the way of life for some, only stepping up when fate forces them to. And eventually, they simply stop trying even despite the compulsion of fate. And the consequences of this are terrible. It makes a race full of yes men who will follow anyone who does the basic standard bare minimum.  A few days ago, this guy who I scarcely talk to told me that I'm a genius. A very good man that I helped him out so much simply by giving him advice when we talk... Now I struggle sometimes with accepting compliments because we all know what kind of a fucked up man child I used to be. The kind of stuck up cunt, pardon my French, I used to be and maybe still can become one if I stray from my path. But that hit me hard. I have done really amazing for this guy. Heck, I don't even

 In the beautiful candor of life, truth and honesty are paired well together with humility and civility to provide a fine dining experience, as we consume capitalism, wipe our mouths with democracy, squabble about the subcutaneous aspects of the evils of society, drink from a poisoned chalice and wash our hands with the blood and sweat of our ancestors.  Life's candor is unparalleled, it showcases the immenseness of the secrets of the universe the way they were meant to be seen. It is a beautiful sight, so enriching that one might never go hungry simply having laid eyes on it. It unlocks god mode of your life, it is the ultimate master code, grants you the creators access to the life. This in turn enables you to bring more candor into the existential plane and restart the whole cycle up again.  As I keep saying throughout my day, humanity's biggest achievement is simply existence. Our biggest achievement, believe it or not, is existence. Think about it, all of the gigantic feat

 This one is about the one that was a right place wrong time kinda gal. And, I'm not just including her here now because she told me recently that she read the blog. No, this is because it made me realize that if I can write a blog about some random girl who I was kinda interested in, then this lady here would be a novel. So, let's name her Happy Feet. Context is only for me and her. With her, it isn't a game of longevity, rather a game of intensity. What we had was flawed from the ground up. And the timings were way off. Neither or us was grown up enough mentally to be someone's lover. But it was quite poetic, now that I think about it. It was all online and in the pandemic era. We couldn't meet even if we wanted to yet we wouldn't let that stop us from being together. Perhaps that distance was the key factor there. If we could've got our hands on each other during that time, we might've barely made it out as a couple. If we survived in that state of th

 This post has been sponsored by men who struggle to understand women. What do women want? Like what do they REALLY want from us men? What is going on in their heads? How do they assess situations and problems? What makes them decide whether to keep talking to a guy or whether to ghost him? What is an Ick  ? How does it work? Who decides what is ick and what isn't? And what can we men do to be that most efficient partners so that a sweet beautiful girl would wanna date? Here's the thing, if you know the answer to any of these questions then comment on the post and tell me. My man, it is so difficult to understand women. And through no fault of their own. It's just we as a society have fucked up royally when it comes to treating our women right. Recently a couple of friends have started ghosting me because of some message I sent them. Well, I understand that there's a certain way they feel and that it is my fault. But I would've atleast expected a response from their

Well, so today is a sad and sorrowful day. It is my late dog's birthday. Her name was Miley. She was a golden Labrador Retriever. I still remember the day we got her. In fact there's a whole story build up of 15 years. Ever since I could talk, I have annoyed my mother with "I want a dog" rants. And she, being scared of them more than I realized at that point, kept refusing. And years and years of longing and begging and crying and whining finally culminated to one day when I asked my mother again. And this time, to my surprise, she said no. Well, after that day, I gave up asking. I'd just get my dog fever cured by the strays around my neighborhood. One day, it was late at night and I'm sitting on these stairs to a random closed shop with an adorable puppy in my arms and my mother came looking for me. I didn't have a phone back then so she couldn't have just called. And there she saw me with a puppy in my lap and another puppy some 10 feet from me. This

 I miss being in love. Anyone else who relates? Remember that feeling of having someone to call to when you get back to your place after a tiring day? Or even better, ever came home to your partner? I have never and I couldn't be more lovestruck by that idea. Pun intended. I remember what it felt like to be in love. I've been in love 2 different times. The first one is the one that inspired this blog way back when. It hurt like hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned. Every second of that period was like a thousand needles jabbing into my face at the same time. But despite that, that feeling of loving someone, even if it wasn't reciprocated, that was magical. That was alight with the glow of a million fireflies. Oh that moment in a day when I'd lay eyes on her. Just to get to look for half a second, look at her smile, laugh, or even scowl, those moments just made my day. Bonus if I get to talk to her. Yes, this makes me sound creepy but hey, this is my blog and ya&