Of Idiocy and Self Contradictory

I know this better than you!

Yes, as the title says, I am saying that I know better than you. Though knowing that you guys are just kids and most probably without the proper level of some might say intelligence, insight followed by the inability to comprehend something deeper than what your shallow/ one dimensional mind can muster. I am going out of my way and being thoughtful enough in sending out this message of understanding and realization.

Proclaiming, to proclaim, Worst still to self proclaim! In full earnest to self proclaim that one is a nice person is already revolting and a clear sign of one not being ‘nice’. How can a person categorize…or worse still a group of people putting themselves in the circle of this so called ‘nice guys’ movement?

Alright then, the main issue here being; feeling used and unappreciated or to put it more bluntly on not getting laid as often. If you allow yourself to be used, then why complain? Shut up and go on living like that. Think of it as an investment…who knows that one day your cruel intentions will pay off. After all being ‘nice’ comes down to getting in someone else’s pants as a reward. I am not even saying that you should be ashamed of yourself. I am neither saying nor even to remotely give the slightest inclination that I am a nice person. All I am saying that it is not nice.

However I am going to say this, if one does something with a clear conscience with pure intentions, one will not complain off being used, logical enough?

Who are you trying to kid with such resentments, disappointments as an effect, resulted to this burst of emotions…emotions filled with anger, if not yourself? A fuming expression on not getting laid or being paid with the outcome that u have time and time again pictured in your head. I am not saying that I don’t do that…I am just saying that it’s not nice.

There are nice guys, nice people in this world but almost no one is constantly in the ‘nice mode’ for one to be always nice at all times, is illogical. Because a person before doing something or acting on anything will refer to the self and on what it has to gain, unless that one is selfless.

Although I might agree with your shallow, biased definition of ‘nice’, the correct meanings of the word, ‘nice’ are: pleasing, agreeable, delightful, amiably pleasant etc.

If you think that you’re being used, then don’t get used to being used. Helping a friend with the intention of eventually getting into her pants is not nice. I am not saying that I have anything against that or against you; I am just saying that it’s not nice.

Speaking of girls, we all know…heck even girls know that they’re fully capable and can be as much as a jerk than guys are. Where’s the shocking element in what I just said?

Today, there are many fields, industries, occupation and many subjects in which girls or the feminist movement wishes to be on par with or better than guys, well girls…. You can be equally or even more of an impressive jerk than we jerks can. I am not sure whether that’s a good thing though.

Sure methodically you guys are more subtle and your delicateness deludes us males who are often dumb when facing your entirety.

On a more personal note, since we are on the subject, I too have something to express on; I realized that when watching movies, movies based on a true story. The cool, savvy, heroes whom I adore will eventually be brought down by women. It just pisses me off to see that in the movies! And indirectly put unhealthy thoughts in my mind.

Furthermore I am also guessing that it is only natural for a guy to be tangled up with a women one minute and drop down dead the next, some of you guys would be going, ‘tell us something we don’t already know.’ But it’s just sad witnessing it time and time again. Although silently knowing that men, no matter what happens will still fall for the same obvious trick countless times when it involves a woman. All I am saying that if a guy is really nice, he wouldn’t fall for that. Hence that too proves of your un-niceness! Here’s a well established proverb, “A man’s test in life is woman; a woman test in life is material.” (Girls, this doesn’t mean I like u any lesser! ;))

Coming back to the initial subject, going about and complaining about how nice of a person you think you are and having your ‘nice friends’ agreeing with you is just utterly sad and almost pathetic, almost sickening, nauseating and definitely not nice! It is so un-nice that it even brings out the evil in others.

Finally being nice is not the equivalent of being stupid. An idiot is an idiot. I am also not saying that I am not an idiot. Having said all that I have, I am also going to say that I have nothing against you people. I just have something against people in general. Stop thinking that you’re nice be more honest with yourselves and you don’t have to be nice all the time, not that you can.

I know this better than you!

The Caterpillar

Metamorphosis; to transform or to change, like a cocoon waiting in vain, longing to break out the shelter that engulfs. For why does it take a lifetime in comparison? And when it finally does, everyone else has grownup into colorful creatures, with wings that takes them to various places. To plan out and experience the universe’s provident. The news then came hitting the caterpillar in the head, to remain a caterpillar for one more day in God’s eye. This, the equivalence to a thousand years in the caterpillar’s eye.

The caterpillar was fortunate enough as it was used to a life of hardships and disappointments. In which it tried to accept the disparity and unfairness of life. Hence it didn’t hurt him as much as it would others. There he stood there with his eight legs out of which only three would remain. Resisting from thinking, He ate and ate and ate on the milkweed. Feeling heavy and saddened by the thought, he then shed his skin and would again do so several more times later during his life as a caterpillar. He went on a long journey leaving all that he knew…until he was ready for a new leaf.

He reached there fatigued as his journey was intricate and thorny. He hung down the leaf and slept a sleep that at first lasted for days and subdued into weeks, followed by months and what appeared to be years. Without realizing it he was in pupa, He slept so long that he was wrapped around silk, in a green like thing called chrysalis.

Finally after long period, the once caterpillar metamorphosed into a colorful butterfly. But instead of being in delight he started to cry.

He was looked on by another butterfly, possibly a potential mate. Immediately his neighbor who was at first excited to greet him, now asked him, ‘why! Had a nightmare didn’t we now?’ she questioned him with a look of genuine concern in her eyes. He then replied still sobbing, ‘it actually was a pleasant one, a dream of pleasantries filled with happiness and devoid of neediness.’ She looked at him in disbelief, and proceeded in asking, ‘so why then cry instead of smile, why cry when it was merry?’ he looked at her, ‘because of the inability for it to ever realize or come true’ he said.

A huge moth then came and landed on the leaf they were on. The female butterfly flew away saving herself. Leaving him alone with the moth. The moth neared him and started with a punch to the newly constructed butterfly’s face and continued hitting it till the butterfly was bleeding all over.

The butterfly cried out loud, “this life is unfair for some people no matter what stage they’re in!”

He then started abusing drugs and substances, he hallucinated on being happy, to escape from reality. Until one day he met with a wise man and turned his life around. He continued his life wishing to live happily ever after.

With that the clip ended. The class stood up with rejoice and an uproar of joy. They applauded frantically and some even cried touched by the story.

To Dream

He asked himself, why bother scribing when nobody heeds. Too deep, too heavy, not something we want to read, an inability to come to terms, nay to comprehend. His works structured, filled with messages. But the self curled up, loathing and harboring ill thoughts, wretched and losing, sulking in a lost dimension… waiting for a bright door ajar, beckoning him to loom in.

Had I fail, have I failed, failed I have in taming the evil within, a sin who’s goal to come to impress, to amaze and astonish others. Then say, I shant fall neither succumb to the becoming of life akin to making an impression of men. Surely this wickedness of the human desire ought to be tamed and disciplined.

An antidote for the mind wanderer, to escape from the crooked formalities, for the worst kinds wears a remarkable attire; to jealous and impress the aspiring dreamers. Injustice and inequality, a race within these elitist; superior in many ways, putting fear in so many races.

The mind wanderer besieges not the soul of mankind, for he thinks unlike the suits, more selfless and less worldly, a fight that seems alone and crazy.

They proclaim, Justice will come in time of injustice, for things that prevails, eventually perish such are the laws of the world in history.

The self waiting, the heart knowing, the mind begins to reveal its prowess, the time has come, Awaken thy! Who awaited so long. In a new light where answers are definite, a pathway unraveling, a journey of joy devoid solitary, meaningful and purposeful, filling emptiness with profound and wisdom.