Family

SUCKS. Especially mine (and I'm NOT referring to my immediate family, like my brother, Mom, Dad, and my new hubby). I'm talking about my entire extended family. I'm not sure why, but every time I think or talk about any one of them, I feel my blood temperature elevating to dangerous levels. Like boiling.

Well, I guess I do know why. ALL OF THEM are blood-sucking, money-hungry, back-stabbing, selfish, egotistic, lying, materialistic motherfuckers. I just wish I had the balls to say that to their faces. Instead, I sit here at my lovely desk, sipping on some cheap Merlot which thankfully, mends the painful urge to rip out and feed them their own colons.

The hardest part, though, is seeing all of them repeatedly and having to put on a "happy" face, for lack of bigger balls, which I mentioned above. If I was moving out of state, I would gladly pick up the phone and spend half a day (because that's all it's worth) telling all of them what giant pieces of shit they are. I just think they are SO self-involved that they wouldn't be bothered by it.

I've come to a conclusion that makes me happy. They can't be happy. How could such miserable, awful people be happy? It's just not possible. They are probably drowning in their own moral filth. Their personality droppings. Their bad attitude feces and their cold-hearted clots. I wouldn't be happy just for the sake of seeing other people unhappy, but I would be happy to know others are unhappy for justice's sake. And whoever the DA is in this case, thank you for bringing such thrilling justice to a group of undeserving people.

By the off-chance that any one of my lovely relatives would come across this homage, please take this into consideration: as you sit reading, pondering to yourself and stupidly developing the conclusion that 'she couldn't be talking about me--it must be everyone else,' I beg to differ. It is you. It is every single one of you with no exception.

But, considering it is the holiday season, I love Christmas and I feel like giving (something none of you can possibly conceive), you are deserving of something.

Each other.

Divinity

Two questions my Dad has talked to me about ever since I was a little girl: what happens after death and how can space end?

I used to stand outside at night and look up at the sky; thousands of twinkling stars, but what is beyond that? He always told me that the idea of people not existing after death and that space is not infinite were two ideas that were absolutely inconceivable to the human mind, and anyone who disagrees has a lethal combination of ego, stubbornness and misinformation.

To this day, those ideas still perplex me, and I am no closer to disagreeing that they are indeed inconceivable. There is no scientist, Pagan, or religious enthusiast who can tell me that there is nothing after death because the human mind is incapable of picturing itself as non-existent. There is no astrologist who can tell me that there is a blockade in space, because how can it end?

When I was younger, I started linking those two questions together. Space cannot end just like the mind cannot end, as the mind doesn't have the ability to imagine things as so. Humans don't have the brain capacity to understand the idea of something stopping. We are not divine.

Bitch Fights

I'd like this post to be about women, and how much more catty, back-stabbing and egotistic they are than men. Many women value themselves by how attractive (both physically and in any other ways) they are to men. All other men. I know several women, or rather, girls, that behave like this. They are constantly competing with other women to be the prettier, sexier female. And, many of them behave as though they are easy, in front of men, to get their "approval."

My question is, do they honestly believe that these men think they are special? Does having a man want to have sex with you mean you're better than the other girl(s)? And, why are these GIRLS allowing these men to choose for them? Why don't the women behave with more confidence and choose the men? It makes my blood boil when I see these girls act ditsy, as if it were "sexy" to get the attention of a man. I think it far sexier and alluring when a smart, attractive woman is able to hold a normal conversation with a man about anything, withought coming across ditsy. Do these men actually figure that these ditsy girls will be good in bed? Hmm. Now, what about the smart girls? Perhaps they have the self-confidence to be quite the star in the bedroom.




I guess I am deriving a point. The men who fall for this dumb act from girls are dumb themselves, and probably won't be any good in bed, either. I suppose all is right in the world, after all: ditsy girls will have bad sex with dumb men, and smart girls will get fireworks in the bedroom, and will have the confidence to not kiss and tell about it.