A grain of hope beyond a receding hairline

Vanity, a cardinal sin... at least to some. As for myself I consider small amounts of vanity to be healthy to maintain some decent appearance. Not necessarily you'd have to look like Mr. Universe or a swimsuit model, but at least a level above looking like somebody who got eaten and shat out. After all, we do live in a society that tends to judge people by the appearances first, even though the majority in open and plain hypocrisy say “it is the inside that matters”. Do I hear anybody here say balls?

I've been going to the gym for a while now. Unfortunately, my genetic disposition has never allowed me to eat carelessly and in any quantity without paying the toll of becoming a pancake house. And certainly now with age, I seem to be paying even more and discovering a growing intolerance to certain foods that I years earlier would have no problems consuming. It's sad, but what can I do? However, I have successfully established a routine to keep the pancake house at bay. Going there in the mornings I do see people of various ages and sizes. You have the Sporty spice type of guys and girls, and then you have the ones that look like that they were gang raped by a box of donuts. And while that does sound a bit harsh, I do applaud them for getting up early as they do to try to combat the pancake house. It is after all our vanity that takes us to the gym. Well... that and the constant propaganda in the media.

There is one man there that I always see. He is in his late 60s or early 70s I believe, but the man is without doubt in incredible shape. If somebody told me that he came out of his mother's cunt riding a bike, or already participating in an ironman competition, I would believe them. He comes in with the sweatpants and shirt and looks like platinum Oscar statue. Seeing him though, it made me wonder, when is it alright and acceptable to simply say “Fuck it, I'm old and fat and that's the end of it.”. At what point are we supposed to draw the line and stop hearken on to our vanity? Is there an age where we are too old to stay fit and good looking?

Those to come

In the supermarket, on the bus, in shopping centres in the restaurants. I see it everywhere. It's a sad sad sight. Not even the Columbine shooting is this sad. I'm not sure if I can shake my head anymore without giving myself a concussion. What am I talking about? People who think they can be parents.

What the hell happened to people? All I see are little twats manipulating and controlling the bigger twats. All pedagogical abilities are entirely absent. What's even worse is how these individuals are convinced that they somehow know better than any other experienced parents, including their own. In what mind is that possible? What kind of cocktail of hard drugs do you have to take to believe that? What arrogance! Just because you knocked someone up or got knocked up by someone. Cunt-gratulations on this rare and special endeavour.

So often I see kids throwing hissy fits in public places, and the parents try to negotiate or reason with the kid. And I stand there looking at this and remember back when I was kid. I couldn't do any of that shit. My parents would give me the “fisheye look”. That look said it all. It was a menace of biblical proportions. Fire and brimstone would rain down upon me right there. I would know this and would cease all cuntic activity that very instant. In fact, I would get looks for doing much less, let alone throwing a fit. Good God, that would be like jumping in front of a train and thinking that I would get away with a scratch. Most of you reading this might be thinking “Oh my God, his parents beat him. That's sad. He's traumatised and doesn't know what he is saying.”. If you are, then from the bottom of my heart, balls to you. Look around you for crying out loud. There's a reason why the world is saturated with supercilious twats. It's because they were never put in their place. They were never told how to behave and treat their elders. So, if you are a parent and I urge you to reflect for a moment... punch that kid in the mouth before it's too late.

Love R.E.D.E.F.I.N.E.D

People talk about it, portray it in the media and glorify it as an embracing and unifying force. Yes... love. Love me here, love me there, and love me everywhere. With all of this praising of love, one would think the world would be a better place, but as it turns out, it's quite the contrary. The world has never resembled a cesspool as much as now. It has become a melting pot of cuntism and dickreaucracy. Even back in the day, when domestic violence was considered a natural activity in a household, the world wasn't this bad. You may sit there and think that life and society isn't too bad where you live, but there are many atrocious things taking place as you read this that isn't covered by any media. The fact that you have it better is because somewhere else someone is paying the price.

So what exactly did happen? Where is the pink factor? Where are the heart-shaped nipples and balls? It all sounds and looks contradictory to our modern belief in the omnipotence of love. Are we all really hypocritical twats? The short answer, not really. People do aspire to fall in love. But we've simply managed to redefine the concept and idea of love...

We now live in a consumer oriented society and our needs are constantly forced to change. The media makes us believe that we need to change what we have in order to get something better. Cars, houses, clothes, televisions, mobile phones. It all needs to be upgraded to something superior. Even with love, we now see partner-cycling. People only love as long as it suits their needs. It's not uncommon nowadays to have been married 3-4 times. How is that even possible? Is it possible that one person can have THAT poor judgement and hasn't learned from previous experiences? No, obviously it is something else. We simply love being in love. We want to feel and live the love that we see on the silver screen. We want to hold hands, go out for romantic dinners and have those amazing moments that we see rendered in slow motion in the movies. Love isn't this and never was. The whole love-at-first-sight isn't anything more than a superficial infatuation. Of course, this doesn't mean to grow into something more. That leaves the question, what is love then, if it isn't balls-at-first-sight?

I'm sure that most have heard the term “love is like a garden”. You'll likely nod and say to yourself that the saying is true. However, there is more to it. See, a garden wasn't always just a garden. It started out as something. It didn't just materialize. Likely it started out as dead and infertile soil. But with time and dedication it grew into a beautiful garden and so. By now you realise what I'm getting at. Love is a process and it's ongoing. It doesn't come from the big bang following the balls-at-first-sight. We find love because we make a conscious decision of making time and adapting to the potential candidate. This is what it ultimately is, and you may be sitting there shaking your head, and if that is the case, then balls to you. Balls to anyone who has bought into the modern concept of love. Balls to “Oh my god, we said the same thing at the same time, she's totally my soul mate.”. Balls to those who cycle partners thinking they're procuring true love. Love is logical and level-headed.