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&

 Yes, I'm a messiah of the modern world. I save others, generally from simple problems but sometimes, might even have saved lives. And yes, I am dumb. Because of the people who I chose to invest my energy in. Make no mistake, I'm not a glutton for punishment. I stand by my choice of helping people. I'm not stupid, but sometimes I wish I was. And I'm not wrong to do these rescue missions but sometimes I wish I was. It is at times like this when I wish to find flaws in my ways so that I can morally justify it when I never do it again. And spoiler alert, "they're not worth it" is not a good enough reason. It could be that all their lives they were battered and bruised and no one thought they're worth it and now they're rude and prideful and no one thinks they're worth it. And more often than not, this ends up being the case. But sometimes, I come across someone who doesn't appreciate me interfering in their life, so I back off. But is it moral

 No one really knows what happens once we die, except Doug Forcett if you catch my drift. But just the fact that it's always looming on the horizon. The fact that it could be in ten minutes or 10 decades is perhaps what makes life so special. We humans take it so lightly, so cheap is human life that over 431,000 people are estimated to have died in the last year by the act of murder. And 134,000,000 people are supposedly born too. While the number of deaths may look insignificant by comparison, it still amazes me just how much we do not appreciate life. Just talking about the living humans, so many have suicidal tendencies. While I am not taking away from their pain, trauma and general sufferings they've had to endure, it truly hurts me to see them think so. These sweet souls have been hurt way beyond what they can handle and it feels almost unfair. Perhaps it is, and I hope that their suffering or the act of unaliving themselves would bring them at peace in the end somehow. Bu

 Weddings are a fun time of the year, probably the most chaotic season. But it accentuates the key to living a healthy life. It shows us that all we can do is embrace the pandemonium, find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now. Quote by Eleanor Shellstrop.  So as I embark on this dramatic occasion with all cards laid out, it has a unique experience of it's own. My sister is no longer going to be single. I feel really happy for her. She won't have to face the family's taunts of how she's of age and should get married. And I'm truly grateful that she's going to a loving family and a caring husband awaits her. They gel well together and that's way more than anyone can ask for but she deserves every ounce of this beautiful elixir. But mingled with the joy, comes the tinge of separation. She's going off to the states, perhaps to live "The American Dream". And just knowing that she's going to be oceans apart is a melancholy feeling.

 Is it the differences that seperate us so? Or is it the personal beliefs that hinder our relationships? Is it because of the way we were brought up? Or is it because of our past experiences that divide us so unequivocally? Did some outsider pit us against each other or did we do it ourselves?  Many of us feel alone and lonely sometimes. We feel like there's no one we can talk to. I feel like that sometimes, right now being one of them. And it seems that if I was in an emergency, I wouldn't know who to call... If this was an emergency where I need to empty my heart and let it air out, I don't know who I would go to. Who would be willing to listen and help me the way I need them to? I have a few close friends. People who I would trust with my life. Then why does it feel so weird to trust them with this? What differences are these that separate us so? Why is it that we are so close yet when it comes to talking our hearts out, so far away? I know that for most part, I am to bl

Today's post is going to be a little educational but bear with me... Moral Desert. Howard Simmons was the one who propagated this concept. Simply speaking, Moral Desert says that good people should be rewarded. Seems reasonable and straightforward, right? Well, this is moral philosophy so OBVIOUSLY there's more. The idea is that we believe that we deserve to be praised for good behaviour while punished or blamed for bad behaviour. And this seems pretty central to the societal moral deliberation and practices. Like it is universally accepted that good people should be rewarded and bad people should be punished. But the practicality of the concept is slightly tainted... For example, I bet that more than 90% of the readers of just this blog don't always follow the basic rules of society. Like traffic lights. Say it's past midnight and you are driving home from somewhere. If you're a lame ass dork like me, you're driving home from your cousin's place. If you'

 Lately, for some reason, my feed on social media apps has been all about "woke, gender appropriation". And unfortunately, I can't stop it from affecting my thought process. It has been an all-out war between woke feminists and, well, old school thinkers. And this conflict is making me choose sides. I can't, in good conscience, support the modern feminism followers. I can't support the extremists of the LGBTQ community. I just can't. I am Bisexual, and I love being bi. I have been bi for over 5 years and yet I can not support these extremists who just spread hate with the leverage of being members of this community. Apparently there's people who want equal pay for both genders, while on a different front, advocating that there are infinite genders. But let's talk about that for a second. Equal pay for both, men and women, biologically, I mean. Let's look up the stats. Can an average biological woman lift heavy weights? If yes, then how heavy? Let&#

 Oh father, tell me Do we get what we deserve? Would God come save me? Or would wrath fall on me from above? Oh father tell me,  Does man act as he should? Would God be angry? Or would he help us any way he could? Would he be humble or arrogant? Would be listen to our stories? Would he know about the pain? The loss I've suffered, would he know this? Would a beam of light embrace us from heavens? Or would storms rain down upon us? Would he bestow the long overdue penance? Or would he still adore us? Will he be as human as we are? Or will he pay no mind? Would he care about all my crimes? Or will he remain blind? Would he be just in his court? Or would he be like man, selfish? Is being pure the goal he aims toward? Or would he not mind the blemish? Too many questions, too few answers, Too many doubters, too few believers, Would all our prayers be answered? Or would he throw away all procedure? I have no hopes from him now, I let go of my last reserve, But father, I still don't kn

 Heathens grow in the dark, Desperate for love, an aching heart, Biting your soul, leaving a mark, Praying on a shooting star, Among the faithful, walks a fraud, Just wants to be loved, Mindlessly screaming, challenging God, Asking for an audience, to be heard, Brandishing a long broadsword, Tired of suffering with the hurt, Doing what he does, without a thought, Ignored in a cruel, cruel world, With a cold heart and blood running hot, Left on the street at night to rot, Fighting, trigger happy, aiming a shot, By parents who were tragically distraught, Masquerading as a man of faith, Tried being someone better, with a false face, Hiding inside a decade old Wraith, yet he doesn't find his own place, Powered by hunger, pain and rage, T aking a stand, turning another page, He's come to destroy the modern age. He's come to create a new age.

 As I sat there on my laptop, staring at the screen for hours, I had the oddest sensation of emptiness. The words that had been my sword and shield for the last 25 years were somehow out of my grasp. It is true what they say, love can cause the most pain when you least expect it. I couldn't stop the tears falling out of my eyes. For the first time in 10 years I was alone. No one to go home to, there was no one to call my own now. But the words still wouldn't come out. I did not plan a memorial because frankly, I didn't wanna share my pain with anyone. But even if I did, who would even come. Flannery O'Connor once said that nothing needed to happen in a writer's life after the age of 20. By then, they'd experienced enough to last a creative lifetime. But then, why wouldn't the words come?

SW - Is this what made you summon,           me here, for this Brick in the Oven? LM - But I would ask you the same,           Is this Brick in the Oven a game? SW - I'm as stumped as you are,           lost my mind over this.          Who can tell us about the Brick?          Maybe she can, Excuse me, Miss? MM - Oh children, how can I help you?            Hmm, isn't it past your curfew?            Its late at night, you should go home,            Your parents must be worried, rush back home. LM - But Miss, what about the Brick?           Do we do nothing, just let it sit? MM - Oh dear, there's a Brick in the Oven.            Wait, which authority do I summon? MM - Yes 999, I have an emergency.           In this park, there's something to see.           There's a brick in the oven, it's plugged in.           But there's no one here, no person. 999 - That's a kind of bomb, please run           Run, and take along everyone. LM - Ah, it exploded. Thank God

 To be or not to be, 100 points to anyone who can tell me where this is from. But that, indeed, is the question. That is the question mankind asks itself. But not in the same context, as you might think. A man asks this to himself not as a dilemma of whether to live, but rather in the context of to be RICH or not to be. Simply put, the only way mankind actually asks ourselves THE single most important question is when they buy groceries, or other trivial situations. No one knows just how to live anymore. We are all just living by hit and trial and picking the one that kinda works. Everyone is afraid of change, no one wants to embrace it. People just want the most convenient application of their resources and put minimal efforts when it comes to any kind of problem. No one has that zest for life. We are alive but we aren't living. We aren't thriving, atleast not in the sense that matters. What I think is missing in this world is Love. Way too many non-believers in love. Way too