A bunch of things

On Hurting

Isn't anybody getting hurt nowadays, or is it just me? Each one wearing the same expression of indifference, or maybe that of a fake smile. Or maybe, as usual, just mayyybe, it's all just a façade. Anything that seems incomprehensible, is ruled out as being wrong. 

One second! Is it that we, all of us, have gotten used to passivity? Ignorance being bliss, let's not even deal with what's wrong, now. Ain't it?  Just like "Why fix something that's not broken", "Why say things that cannot be spoken?", eh?

I admire our race's ability to just let things flow, even when they aren't supposed to. More so, I admire our ability to nitpick at things that are of absolutely no significance. And I also know for a fact that it all sounds a tad too vague. That's what happens when there is a big mush of stuff building up inside somewhere, I suppose. And by stuff, I don't mean Marijuana. Goodness, this state of mind is going to get me into trouble! But then again, much rather than living like you don't exist, I'm sure it's better to be a problem child. 

How do you tell what you want to tell exactly? That's a big issue when you get anywhere close to 'good' at making convoluted sentences that probably have no meaning. It's just complications upon complications that you keep piling onto yourself. The end result being that 

#1 -your verbosity remains pretty much pointless, 

#2 -the thing that you want to say remains strangely unsaid, and 

#3 -the person you want to say it to remains perfectly unaware of what you want to say. 

Now THAT's a hat-trick! 

On TACT

I have come to respect folks who have a knack of getting what they want by one way or another, without use of force. The tactful chaps, if you may. But what I also have come to notice is that these folks, more often than not, plainly lack testicles. It's nature's way of balancing the distribution of balls evenly among folks of our race. That sounds all well and good. Rarely will you come across someone who has both balls, and tact. To be honest, I've only come across one such person. To such folks, goodness! Hats off! A big bow. Jahaapana, tusi great ho! Tohfa kubool karo!

VERY NICE! I like!!

Well, let's hope this is the expression for the previous picture...

Okay, just as I was writing this post, one female, an invigilator in the lab comes along, snapping her fingers near my ear. She looks at the picture where he ladies are flashing their bums... and says "Entertainment sites are not allowed."

See? Even ladies find the sight of the backsides of other ladies entertaining!! Goodness Gracious! Me too! Me too!

But on a more serious note, an observation that came to me as an epiphany is that when push comes to shove, REAL shove, tact just fizzles in front of brute force.

Now....About ladies with beautiful arses!

Let's chuck vulgarity and PG ratings aside and discuss stuff that really matters. Now, there's nothing more beautiful than a woman with a beautiful "Hind-sight", if you may. Specially so if it is accompanied by even a remotely beautiful face. You see, breasts are sort of overrated. And I may get slapped any moment now. Anyway, as I was saying, Derrières are awesome. Specially when they move so seductively when the lady wears heels. Do ladies start putting in extra effort in walking the way they walk after wearing heeled footwear? I bet this is what a lady thinks when she wears heels.... 

"Ohkay! People, now I'm wearing heels. So I'm going to move my arse in the most seductive manner, so that I shall make each one of you wolves out there drool at the sight of me."

To be honest, that shouldn't be taken in a derogatory sense for a moment of anybody's existence. Let's get it straight. One, that what I said is plain general knowledge. Just that no one dares to say these things aloud. Two, sometimes, it is because of such well endowed women that life seems worth living, specially when things ain't going your way. 

On Goodness...

Goodness! What the hell is goodness? Well, firstly,  it's purely overrated. Secondly, a big chunk of the "goodie-goodie" people are, to be honest, a bunch of fakes. (I wanted to say "Fake fucks" instead of just "Fakes". But you see, I made a promise to  my mom that I would never use the word "Fuck" while writing. Guess I just broke that promise... TWICE! Sorry mom...)

It's so tiring! Being good to people***, to be read "Being what you're not", more often than not. What bores.But then that's the deal with society, when you look at the larger picture, I suppose. Cooperation. And if you cannot cooperate, the least one can supposedly do is appear cooperative. What a farce!

I guess I feel  little less hurt now. After all said and done, and all that remains to be said and done, I only wonder if there's anything called genuine. Or is it just another word our parents taught to us? Why all the niceties? Why all the masks? Why all the pretense?