I'm back.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The light.. the light is in indifference. Losing your armor is the worst thing that can befall you. Do it from time to time, only to remember how bad it is to remove it. Then wear it once more, and make it stronger. Patch it if it has been pierced, fix it, oil it, make it become yours once again, make it become a second skin, no, make it your skin.

I am back.

Ce qui devait arriver, arriva. Un chemin rempli d'ornières, entouré de fleurs, rouges, jaunes, blanches, joyeuses... bloqué par un mur. Un mur insurmontable, blanc, sans prises... En arrière, plus d'issues. Le chemin s'est effacé au fur et à mesure. Pathétique.

Il n'y a pas d'obstacle plus cruel que l'esprit humain. A la grâce du Diable.

Ignorance is bliss

You know.. I was reading a newspaper sometime last week, and it mentioned how knowledge is not valued in our society anymore. We are not in the 17th or 18th century, where "educated" actually meant "having culture". We are not in the Greek society, when scholars were respected. No... that time is over. Who cares about what you know, as long as you can make a decent living. Schools are not there to teach you culture. They make you a machine, ready for the grand scheme of economics and capitalism. But that is not the problem... I know no period in history where the majority of the population was "educated". No, the problem is, no one cares anymore. Who fucking cares if you know history, if you have knowledge of ancient philosophers, have read books, plays, can appreciate art or anything like that? No one.

If you actually go up to someone, and talk in a somewhat fancy language (read, correct with some type of semi-vocabulary), they'll look at you strange. Of course.. there are those that have
isolated themselves on top of their ivory tower, learning many things.. but they are alone, and no one else understands them. All they can do is wave to the other people stuck up in their tower.
Which brings me to my point. Ignorance is bliss. The fuck do I want to know now. Knowing... knowing opens up your mind, making it susceptible to be hurt, broken down. I do not want to know, because what I doesn't know can't hurt me.

Is it spring already?

We've been having a remarkably warm winter... It's like not living in Canada anymore. What's up with the temperature so close to zero? Where are our -25C? The weather we get makes people think it's spring, I'm pretty sure...

Why do I say that? Because Love is in the air, fuck. And hate, pain and sadness as well. Have I been living in an eternal winter all along? It seems I'm suddenly being told the love life of almost everyone around me. Stories that goes a while back.. a couple months, a year, even many years. Most of them aren't happy stories either. Why the fuck are you people so damn shy? Flirt openly, for Satan's sake. Directly telling someone that you love them is not a good solution. No, it makes people think you're some kind of weird stalker. Personal experience. Girls like flirty men. Believe me. Make them laugh, talk to them, show interest, do something. And, do it before someone else does. Because then, it'll be too late. You'll realize afterwards that you had your chance, but you just didn't grasp it.

Here, I've been told I haven't explained the Beaver Theory yet. Simply put, there are two types of guys. Beavers, and cocks. And I mean cocks in the animal sense of it, although they might be dicks in that other sense also. The beavers... you know them, you love them. Small, furry little creatures, not too pretty but oh how hard-working. Now if you had analyzed their mating habits, you would know that they only have one mate all their life. The male beaver builds that crazy dam of his, works his butt off, and takes care of the offsprings. You'll find those in the human society also. And then, you'll find cocks. Those are handsome, they're flashy, impressive. They flirt and fuck every chick they see, and they love it. The chicks are then left alone with their eggs, but what does he care? He got what he wanted.

The problem we have is, you have much more chances as a cock, because it means you're outgoing and grabbing attention. As a beaver.. well you might find the companion of your life, someday. And then, you might not. Beavers are good to marry. Cocks are good to go out with. Cocks might miss out an everlasting Love, but beavers might just miss Love period.

If what I said makes you reflect, and hurts you.. Well sorry, but I've been through this also. That's life. She's a bitch, and will sleep with everyone except you. Enjoy.

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart, but if it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. ~ Unknown

It's sad.. but it might make you feel better, in a cynical kind of way.