Red string panties

Nine years ago, in the full flower of my youth, I was a third year student at the local university and spent my time much more liberally than today. Instead of wasting my time doing something reasonable, utilitarian or pragmatic like earning money or reading a book on how to influence other people or how to be successful, I enjoyed my days in the delightful and pleasant company of alcoholic drinks, games and women. Libraries, books and wisdom- these all were negligible trifles and trivial nothings. Oh, those were the days! So innocent and pure. So wild and free. So careless and sweet. Full of love and laughter. Cliché and passé. My golden years.

Diabolical intelligence and the bliss of being evil

There are some people who are always for half-measures. People who are scared shitless of the consequences. People who think they are better than me. People who offer half-baked advice and housewifish opinions. People who want to tell me what to do. What they don’t know and what they cannot understand is that they must learn from me. But they are not doing this, because they think they know better. These people are beginners and dwarfs in comparison to me. They cannot insult me even if they tried. These people can lick my ass. I will smack them in their face if they tell me what to do. These people are mad. They are a bunch of idiots. They deserve to be treated as pieces of shit. They are lunatics who belong in asylum. Assholes and fucking idiots who should be locked up for life. Somebody needs to hit them in their face. These madmen should be put in their place where they belong. They should stop bothering and interrupting me. They are so stupid and ignorant that they don’t care about anything and they care even less about me. Their questions are meaningless and not my answers. These people don’t exist for me.

Blessed are the pharisees!

We easily mistake an act of malicious evil and raw deception for an act of charity and loving kindness. The bond of trust between two people is cemented by broken promises and dashed hopes. We misinterpret a curse for a blessing. We confuse obscenities and foul language for a rare moment of intellectual honesty, truthfulness and genuine authenticity. Rudeness is the new poetry. Petty little lies are considered profound and deep. Stupid remarks and blatant tautologies are the new pearls of wisdom. Trivial one-liners constitute a thorough analysis. Blessed are the pharisees!