Posts tagged ‘amok’

Topical (Charlie Hebdo)

In many places of the modern world we (mankind) have ditched silly, stupid and idiotic religous ideals and beliefs in favor of humanistic ideals and scientifically proven facts.
All the while we still kept believing in what ever looney shit we believed in before.

But that separation of fairytales about an invisible and omnipotent space daddy, and the real world that we all share with one another, allowed us to poke fun at the fairytales.
It allowed us to step back from what we believe(d) in and study it with a smirk on the face, perhaps even laugh at it. I mean, come on, a talking snake, a magic tree, a rib woman and a naked dude?
Really? XD

It is that separation of fairytales and real world that allowed us to proceed away from the-earth-is-flat-and-is-the-center-of-the-universe and embrace the truth about the universe, and our humbling, insignificant place in it. That separation allowed us to review the current state with criticism, and that criticism often came in the form of satire. Through that critical look on the current state we gained insghts, and changed what needed changing, so we came to where we are at now.

If there truly is an omnipotent being that shat out the universe in some wet dream, it doesn’t give a crap about us.
About you, about me.
If some maniac in the friggin desert has a drug or seizure induced dream about weird ghosts and gods, that omnipotent entity doesn’t give a rat’s hairy ass about it, nor was it involved, as it – as previously mentioned – doesn’t care about this insignificant ape creature that was too dumb to stay in the tree.
Therefore, the same omnipotent thing out there, cares even less (and much less endorses) some insignificant oxygen wasting sack of organs killing another sack of organs of equal importance, that just happens to believe something else, or nothing at all.

Right now, the situation in Europe is already tense. There is much hate, and even more potential for hatred. Recent events have fueled this, like pouring gasoline in a flame.
Extremists always spoil things.
This is why we can’t have nice things.

Stand up, against extremism.
But refrain from becoming an extremist yourself. If you participate in any form of backlash against an entire culture/religion/etc. you are the same despicable scum that got you enraged in the first place. This is why we can’t have nice things, too.

Later today, I’ll post the thing I had originally planned for today, some poking fun at spiritual non-sense, that I made up during research for my Christmas Calendar 2014.
A.

Entitlement to run amok?

I’m a loner.
I’m a nerd, and I’m pretty hard to tolerate sometimes. My wife can tell you that.

My manners are not the best, and my demeanor sometimes is – simply put – not tolerable.

I’m a nerdy, eccentric loner.

Yet, since my first relationship back in 2001 (I was 19) I never had big trouble finding girlfriends. The longest time I spent single between relationships was a bit over one and a half years.

I’m writing this in light of the recent shooting in Santa Barbara. Not so much as to diss the killer, which would be redundant as he is dead, but to tell you other loner guys out there: Don’t go on killing sprees!

I wouldn’t go as far as to call the killer a “mysagonist” (although it might be true), or someone who objectifies women. This has nothing to do with that.

It is this culture of “feeling entitled to something” that has caused this tragedy.

Of course, we can say it was the loose weapons laws in the US that are to blame. And we’d be right, to a certain degree. But if a crazed “feeling entitled to shit” idiot is determined to punish the world, he finds a way.

Basically, what I’m trying to tell you guys (and gals?) out there: Alter you standards.
Not lowering them, but altering them. And ditch the mindset of being entitled to something.
Because you’re not.

You see people (even nerds eventually) in the media (Hollywood crap) that can get pretty much everything and every girl they want, and over time your mindset (“You haven’t lost, you’re just the last winner!”) got altered to being entitled to stuff.
This is bullshit.
You know what the second place is? The first loser!
Deal with it.
Accept your defeat and move on. Don’t stick to your feeling of entitlement like wallpaper to a wall. Peel of the paint of bullshit that they have coated you with and move the frak on!

If the blond, highmaintenance, high attitude girls aren’t into you – move past that type of girls! You aren’t entitled to that kind of girlfriend, the women/girls aren’t obligated to become your girlfriend. Let me hit you with “the brick of logic and reason ” to get that crap out of you: If these girls were obligated to become your GFs because you are entitled to, you’d be obligated to become the BF of some hunchback, one eyed chick that scares the crap out of you, because she’s entitled to too!
Your entitlement ends where the liberty of someone else begins. (That’s pretty much a milimeter above your skin’s surface, or less.)

If it wouldn’t have been the girls that drove this virin to madness it would’ve been the job market. Because he felt entitled, and with a mindset like that he would’ve blamed the companies he sent applications to for his failure in getting a job.
And again, a killing spree.

We need to educate our children, youngsters and apparently our twens (Don’t get me started on “Young Adults”) that such a thing as “entitlement” doesn’t exist. Never has, never will.

The world doesn’t owe you anything! Mankind owe’s you nothing!
Your enttitlement doesn’t exist, whether it’s girls/boys, jobs, houses, cars etc.

And to you loners, you eccentrics, you nerds and geeks, you crazy people: There is no one obligated to you, period. Find someone in your niche if the rest of the soceity doesn’t work out for you. Apply for jobs “below” your degree, or in another field. Get a crappy or just a different car, it get’s you from A to B. Get an apartment (or different house!) if you can’t get a house, or your dream house. And so on.

In general terms: Don’t pin your hopes and dreams, your wholesomeness on others. You, you alone, are the one responsible for your happiness.
If YOU can’t find a partner, YOU might be the problem. And I’m not saying you are too “low” for them, but just not their type. Go for a different kind of girl.
You’re standing in your own way, ALTER your standards. It’s not other peoples faults! Either you meet their criteria, or you don’t.
And if those whose standards you meet, don’t meet YOUR standards – YOU are keeping yourself from being happy.

Addendum:
If you have shitloads of money to spend on (semi automatic) guns and insane amounts of ammo – save that cash up and get yourself some time with a prostitute.
Let of some steam, while helping a woman pay her kids through college, and prevent deaths – all at the same time!
Everyone is happy, no one is dead and no one has to die.
Including you.

All in all, alter your standards, ditch your feeling of entitlement, and stay safe and (semi-)sane. Apply for different jobs, try/buy other cars, buy a different house (and MAKE it your dream house), try to find a different sort of girls that are into you, etc.
Take care and LLAP,
A.

Amok egoism…

… I may not be Mr. Considerate myself, but I have gotten a reasonable amount of social competence from my mother, enough as to not being a tital prick.

Why am I writing this? At the time I write these lines, I was standing in a train, happily typing away on part four of act 3 of “Whose World” when the egoism around me, runs me over! First there is this little shit that stood just right in front of the door of the train, people were not able to exit it faster because of him. Just so Shitty McShitpants could get a seat.
Good work asshole!

Then the douchebag “I am important, Motherfucker” shows up and hangs his bag (a travelbag) on the handrail of the cab, so the starway is half blocked. I wished someone had tripped over it and sued that sunshaded prick for damages.
Asshat.

Idiot leaves with his bag, cue intro Twatty O’Twat, also known as the Onioncunt!
It should be prohibited under highprized penalties to enter any public transport with smelly food! Like in this case Onion Pizza. Happily munching away ger pseudo Italian cuisine she positioned her cart like bag – guess where – right, IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING STAIRS!! Later it fell over blocking all of it!

Which reminds me: no cart bags! You aren’t going on a trip? You aren’t shopping? Forget the wheeled bag!
Get a backpack, pack light or heavy, go.
Get a bag, pack light, go.
Get a cart, you better be shopping!

You know how irked I gotta be to stop writing?
Very.

Now if the selfcentered egomaniacs continue to show up in the bus, I’m going to turn violent… (how can people wonder why some people actually go on killingsprees?)

A.