The Paradox of Our Time

Because I stumbled upon this as a I read Olivia Lopez’s blog, and George Carlin could not have said this any better.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to
life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space.

We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

-George Carlin

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Ugly the Cat

Thanks to Toliy, this story has changed my life:

Cllick me to view me clearly!

Poor kitty was so cute. I officially hate huskies. Not really, just that one but yeah. I’ll elaborate on this next time when it’s not 5:55AM & my brain isn’t fried.

Hearts for Sale.

This post is for my nigga M—she ain’t worth your time, man?!

This is a bit similar to what Joanne had written a few days ago. You see now, girls as bitchy as we are, we have this bad tendency to “lead guys on.”

She’ll play with your hair a bit, wrap your curls around her finger. Flip her hair and look in your eyes. Call you babe and hold your hands. Lay her head on your chest and make circular motions with her fingers on your palm. She’ll whisper in your ears when it’s really nothing to whisper about. Bite her lips and look up with those perfectly spaced long lashes on her eyelids. She’ll giggle and show that little wrinkle over her nose that you find so cute. She’ll give you the impression that she likes you. And after all that, you finally grow the balls to ask whats going on between you two. Because you could’ve sworn she was feelin’ you. You were beyond 100% sure that what you guys had was something special. So you question: is this an “us” or is this a you and me? Is there a future or is this the end of the track? And she’ll respond with some cliche booshit that consists of: “I’m not ready,” “that’s not what I’m looking for,” “you’re like my best friend, brother almost.” Or some shit along those lines. So it hits you. You got your feelings all stirred up to find that there was no chemistry. You were so close to giving her your all. You were there when she needed you. You told your boys you couldn’t play ball because she wanted someone to talk to. You go to blockbusters when its pouring rain just to get her favorite movie and when you get to her house she wants to go to the park. You do all this for her and she let’s you down with a “I don’t know if I like you like that.”

Man, she is not worth your work and effort. Ladies, don’t front. We all know you’ve done it before. Shit, my entire teenage year was based on this game.  And guys, don’t you start saying we’re fucked up for doing that. ‘Cause you know damn well you do the same. You just do it differently. You “mess” with the girl, give her small kisses and when she tells you she likes you, you tell her you’re just friends. BULLSHIT, friends don’t give baby kisses, hold hands, and fuck.

And this is where the wall comes in. I’ve learned from watching everyone around me to careful with who I trust with my heart. To careful about who I choose to make special. Special as in the one who I would go out of my way just to satisfy. These walls were built for the mere reason that I don’t want people to see my so-called “emotionally weak” side. I, personally, believe that this “emotionally weak” part of me is just an theory. A myth. Unseen, unknown, unheard of, and has yet to be proven.

I’m not saying to entirely block her from your life. Just know that you two are most likely not gonna get any further than friends. Keep your options open, don’t stay on just one chick. If she’s gonna play those games, then she’s still in that baby phase. The phase where she gets an adrenaline rush from playin’ you. It only proves that her maturity is not up to par with yours. If you want something serious, I know damn well her direction is not the way you wanna look. I hate to be cliché, but: there’s plenty of fish in the sea, and you’re YOUNG. Make the best of it.

When it comes to romantic love, and I don’t mean “mommy, I love you!” I’m talking, “hey boyfriend, I love you.” (Not exactly in those oddly combined words)

Remember this:

Love is a marketing product used to trick consumers. An illusion to convince the delusional.

UNREAL.

The term “love” is used much too loosely now-a-days. It’s being thrown around when people don’t even mean it. Shit, you love family, food, shoes, your phone—not some guy who found your wallet and returned it. But that’s a whole ‘nother post, for a whole ‘nother day.