The best way to be nice to someone

The best way to be nice to someone is to remain silent, because the more you talk, the more the person will see what an asshole you really are.

My melt is facing

I meant to say, my face is melting.

Rape

If it were socially acceptable, all men would commit rape at least once in their life.

The Next World

Everyone is unhappy…

At some point, it hits you. There is something not quite right with this world. Everyone experiences that moment. Sometimes at a young age. Sometimes, at an old age, sometimes no age at all. And you die not knowing the full truth of this world.

When you die, there’s three different portals you go to. The ones who know the truth and believe it go into one part of the next world. The ones who knew but did not believe it, go into another. And the indifferent ones, the ones who never believed because they remained blind to the truth, they go into a sort of purgatory, an in-between world. It is not the pleasure that is Heaven, but it is also not the misery that is hell.

Death, Part II

I remember the day my grandfather died. And I went to the hospital with my mom and my brother. And my dad he was already there. In the hospital. He was… sitting in the waiting room. I came in. he wasn’t crying. He was tearing. He sat there. Alone. Thinking. Thinking of all the memories. All the times his father took him out. showed him how to drive a car. How to ask a girl out. gave him money for the date. Took care of him. Loved him. Disciplined him. Saw him off. Waved goodbye. Now… it was over. He was gone.

CBS, Facebook, TMZ

Yesterday, it was Atlantic Belland CBS and the Associated Press. And today it’s Facebook and Sprint and TMZ. Times change, people don’t. They might die, and then someone just like them, 40 years younger steps in and repeats the whole process. Is this what life is meant to resemble? It can’t be.

Nostalgia

You’re nostalgic when you end something. When you complete something. No matter how much you hated it during, you miss it infinitely, afterward. Whatever it is. High school. College. A job. A car. A husband, a wife. You might hate school, you might despise your teachers, but when it’s over, you’re excited and anxious, at first. But then you miss them. You miss those teachers. You miss those fuckin’ assholes. Because you know that you will never see those people ever again as long as you’re alive. It dawns on you, and… it makes you sad.