The Websolace

Do you remember the color of the socks you wore going to preschool and maybe even gradeschool? I did, they were white.

Wouldn’t it be a huge cliché if I tell you how simple everything was as a kid? You wake up without a care of the future in exception of the next family Sunday, that itself is your utmost happiness. to school to learn things that only make sense several years later. Keep a list of things to ask yourself again when you’re more learned.

The little things matter. Have you ever memorized an eight hundred paged illustrated science book that had animals categorized into their strengths, like the fastest animal on foot? Did you remember how annoying the other sex was? More importantly, do you remember why they’re annoying?

Then you start wearing black socks, the world turns.

Your backyard adventures are substituted for conferences and meetings. The Cartoon Network is but a “waiting” channel while that soap isn’t on. You used to write reports on the need for diversity and that skin is nothing but an exterior, now you’re publishing an article on why globalization is killing off your nation.

Then you go home, gaze at that pile of unpaid Visas. A calendar to check now, you’re off to go out with that girl you’ve always teased and made fun of as a kid. Bigger things –a loan, a car but glooming into a crappy annual pension. You’re successful, but you didn’t turn out what you’ve always wanted to be.. and you’re lonely.

The sock are now faded for something more contemporary for your age; gray.

Looking back, partly regretful and much content. You’ve underwent the unfair, the downright crazy and some of the other characters. The years have certainly got you weary, but wise and almost impeccable. Reminiscing, a realization of once wanting to have wore black as white, and white as black. Now is neutral, everything is finally in place when you find yourself steady, the real bliss comes in. The world is, in wearing gray, finally answered with time as your greatest foe, at least the lack of it.

How many times have you been told that life is too short? How long since the realization? Was there even one? Surely it doesn’t take wearing gray socks.

Tonight, me and my mom made a smoothie.

It had bananas.

It had mangoes.

It had apples.

It had <3.

Went for a whole hour without swears, insults or things thrown at each other (mostly it’s one sided throwing, her side).

That is why this is categorized as an “rare” post, get it? :P

Starbucks is one of the best establishments ever, they make great coffee and bring people together.

One of my moments there is when I was forced to enter an annex of Starbucks where smoking was allowed. While getting to our seats I kinda pissed everyone off when I ranted on cancer; how everyone is surely going to get it by staying in the room. It got people looking so I stepped outside the glass room and while adjacent to where my friends were sitting, I was pretending to die of smoke choke and tubercolosis.

Yes, this is not a post about Starbucks, it’s for you damn smokers.

Why? Why do you smoke? I’ve asked several people about that and none of those retards can tell me anything concrete. In fact, as I’ve also noticed, most smokers are dumbasses, there are geniuses in the group, but they do it socially.

So, I think we’ve established something here.

Smokers are dumbasses.

“I smoke because it calms me down.”, WRONG, calm is a state of the mind, whatever smoking does is just a placebo for it. Get raped and still be calm for all I care.

“Smoking is social.”, WRONG, dumbasses magnet other dumbasses.

“Eh, I just can’t stop.”, WRONG, put the cig down and you have won.

“Why are you so affected?”, THIS HAS TO BE THE PEAK OF IRRATIONALITY OF THOSE RETARDS. Whenever you smoke, a baby is sacrificed to pengiuns.

“I smoke because it makes me cool.”, indeed, a valid reason. Smoking is kool, ladies and gentlemen. It really is.

On a truth basis, only one reason has passed and it’s the last one. Records show that most smokers are kewl, they also mention about inclination to drugs and a 75% increase in death rate.

Happy hunting, cancer.

Oh yeah, if you’re my friend and you smoke, please disregard everything above, YOU’RE STILL STUPID, but you’re my friend, and you’re stupid. To reassure you that you are, by the time you’re suffering from TB or whatever that is killing you, nanobots will have been invented by then.

Maybe I contradicted myself when I said I didn’t wanna get controversial, but I also mentioned that I wanted to apply my character in writing, and this could be it.

I’m not going to bull, kinda sickening to be around the humble.

Everyday it’s a new conartist trying to conquer the realm of the unreal; minsan kelangan mo na kasi ilabas [sometimes you have to say it out loud]. Safe to say, being humble limits you to the confines of what is socially correct; screw that.

An importance part of our very existence is being unique, I’d like to believe that we weren’t made in batches, each and everyone had to be special and exclusive. The importance of being arrogant comes into play when you start to realize what really differs you from other people. Sure, there’s got to be one trait that your friends don’t have, but that doesn’t mean a few others in six billion might not have it as well.

Question raised, what DIFFERS YOU?

Deep, concise and probably open ended, a question that may persist through death itself. You might be the creation of those around you, pick particulars; modules off your friends and try it them on like clothes. This assassinates originality, it devours your very essence, not to mention calling it your own.

The importance of arrogance –say what you really want. Theoretically speaking, it doesn’t conflict with the fact that not everyone will agree to everything you might say, as we’re all in a different point of view to an abstract painting called life.

This sounds so teenager’y, but screw convention.

I’m never new, maybe my writing style is, but the arrogancy was always there.

You’re all asking, why do I regard myself as someone who knows things and has the world figured out. Maybe I have, but consider this, one’s thoughts is always opinion powered. It wouldn’t be too bad if I knew I maybe a higher being than some of you, no harm done, right?

Bad as I may sound it feels much better when I utter it the way I want you to hear and understand.

Sure, I am a bad person at.. most occasions, but that’s because we all have a different versions of self righteousness installed. Sugar, spice and everything nice for you at point to point may not be for me. If you can’t understand that, stop reading right now, this will get worse.

My aim is never to be the person that wants everyone to hate him, but I do sound in that peculiarity. Oh of course not, I am friendly, the difference between you and me is that I keep it real and you’ve been stuck between a rock and a hard place ever since.

Just what is keeping it real? In the confines of discipline so no one gets the idea that I’m some kind of rebel or anything, it’s basically freedom from imaginary restrictions imposed on you. You’re not supposed to say this, not that, these prevent you from becoming what you might be –get your own personality, it’s free.

Why do I blog when not a lot of people may care? Simple, I love writing, it’s an escape from a busy day or a stressball for nervous energy, some binge eat like a lion in a poultry farm, I furiously write. All this, I do it for myself, but you’re all welcome to my life.

 In fact, since I am promoting freedom and restriction of what you think you’re not allowed to say, comment on anything you want said. It maybe bad for your standards, but if it’s really what you want as output for something you read, then go for it.

A stressball, I like that, this blog is my stressball.

I may sound delusional and out there, but screw it.