Sensitivity

I feel to touch upon, gently of course, certain sensitive issues.
Like the disturbingly tricky time gap between when you wake up and when you get up. Too many mothers and (martyred) kids/adults have fallen prey to it and there is no answer as to what is socially acceptable. I think any gap of less than a day is a clear sign of bursting maturity.

Next sensitive topic that springs to my volatile mind, the yellow light in a traffic signal. Women think it's a red light which is dressed in just a fancier colour and men think it's no different from green (well, even red appears a variant of green to most). My expert opinion is that we shouldn't drive as it is environmentally unhealthy. Stay green.

Happens all the time, no?

Final delicate issue, how to react to someone's death/public embarrassment. Celebration is not socially acceptable despite being instinctive and neither is publicly declaring it as a national/galactic holiday. So, I suggest we should all just chuckle loudly (pointing finger is optional) and feel glad that death is probably the best gift of life.

Yo sé que tú (como muchos) no puedes leer este. 

Once there was a boy and a girl.

Once there was a problem and a solution.
Well...
And that's about it. (You can fill in the details).

OK, this is no way to treat a blog. I'll tell you something a little longer to engage your dwindling attention.
Please ponder on this - Why do we not kill useless old people, environmental hazards aka fat people and noisy kids?
...... (time for pondering)...........
I feel it's because, most of us are/will become one of them or generally were in the latter category. Makes me wanna play Zombieland on most of the human race.

She might be your daughter

He is you.

But I'm generally a peaceful bloke.
But tell me, place your heart on your hand and tell me (ok, that was supposed to be vice-versa as you'd probably die if you just did what I told you to) so, tell me if you have never felt like murdering?
Yup, I knew it: The answer is always, ALWAYS.

So, I will give you a solution to get rid of those annoying problems.
Well...
And that's about it. (You can fill in the details).

Now, how did THIS happen?

That's exactly what I have been wondering since I wonder when.

Certain common words/phrases we use, despite seeming utterly meaningless, we still use. One of which, when some wannabe youngster says when he/she's angry - "RoundRoundthings to you"
How is this an abuse?
My dear abuser, this is actually a fact. Every male/female has RoundRoundthings, so you are actually complementing them.

Coloured RoundRoundthings

I am really astounded to literal astonishment regarding how mind-splittingly common this phrase is. People say this with anger and force as if it makes a huge statement. In fact, it's a fact not an abuse.

But you may say you don't care and might feel all of this is a massive waste of your already wasted existence. But I thinkyou are an obscenely obese loser who..
WAIT, WHAT?

Oh, you think I'm loony and a pathetic and miserable blogger? Oh, plus you think I'm a shameless overgrown kid? And I'm deluded as I'm talking to self? (which is kind of true...) and you have the bloody brain to think I should be banned and shipped to Somalia as I serve no purpose and I am the reason for the ill-fate of this universe including the Holocaust and bad bloggers?
Well...

RoundRoundthings to you.

Ramblings part II

Even though no one (no-sane-one) will read this, I go on. Maybe posthumously I’ll be famous? Damn, that’ll suck as all the glory is meant to be soaked in pretentious humility. Death can be so unfair on some people. I think I’ll take fame over money. I say that because I got neither and never ask for too much. If, though the chances are nonexistent, I get fame I’d cry for money and when I get that I’ll wish to be back as I am now when things ‘were’ simple. See? I’m not famous or anything but I am showing signs – clear ones – of acting like one who’s too damn famous and wants to go away ‘into the wild’. Even who leads a solitary life clings to the fact that people somewhere are envying him doing that.

If no one envies you, please die. At least that’ll be some sort of merciful end. That’s all we need – attention.

No more no less. But more is never less in this case. That’s why we have such a glorification of everything. And people are made to believe that all this matters. No, it doesn't. We are  all insignificant and useless in the universal scheme. And even in if we mattered we...

Damn, this is getting out of hand.

Let’s discuss food. We all love food. No, not everyone loves food especially animals that become food. So, let me pick something simpler.

Childhood – I pick this because I heard this word  in a song I am listening now.

So, what’s childhood and how does it matter for adults? It’s crucial because with childhood you cant make it to adfulthood. Case closed.

See, I tried to be funny again? Failed pathetically, as most of you rightly noted.

Let me get back to what I am good at... well, at least what I THINK I am good at. 

Digression.