My Thoughts on the Matter

Even after receiving all the encouragement for my writing and poems, I was still not mentally prepared to be the subject of this abject admiration and ‘respect’. Flattered beyond words and humbled beyond measure, I was rendered speechless when asked for relationship advice, moral support and psychological therapy. So what if I am incapable of feeling romantic love, and the word ‘moral’ has only just been inferred in my vocabulary and lifestyle and psychologically,...(weLl if u know me , you know the deal). Maybe you don’t have to be logical and ‘sane’ to give advice. Maybe Dr. Phil, after giving these long and reasonable explanations on respect and love, beat his wife for eating the last piece of cheesecake in the fridge. Maybe he verbally abuses the Hispanic maid for putting ugly seams into his favourite, mud colored Tuesday pants that he wears on the show. I don’t know. Maybe. So despite my shortcomings and downfalls, I present to you my honest and subtly diluted 'Thoughts on the Matter.'


‘Love’ and ‘normal’ are two words most loosely used and coincidentally rarely meant or understood. Lets start with ‘normal’ In all of my existence , I have never been described as normal and I have come to the realization, that there is no such thing . Normal is such an ugly term – Everyone has their quirks about them. For instance I like to believe I’m James Bond and jump out of moving buses, I like waking up singing an Indian chant in the middle of the night ..(haye aye aye aye ..), I love staring at my mother in the shower with a creepy look on my face .. that makes her jump and vow that she will send me to Tapion to get my head checked,, again. Normal is relative. Its normal for men to smoke ,, but maybe they’re just compensating for putting long, thick, cylindrical objects in their mouths and sucking on it. Dont ask.
All these top notch psychologists have a theory and balance by which to judge a person’s behaviour. Mentally unstable, eccentric or normal. Mine says that I’m just strange, and think differently but I’m ‘ok’. I’m eccentric. Should I be happy and relieved (like my mother) that there is nothing wrong with me? What if I told her of the voices in my head.. and what they keep telling me ..*awkward pause*.. (Im playing, there are no voices in my head) *cough* Einstein by all accounts and pictures should be labeled as a crazy bastard, .. but ironically he’s a genious. So what if he made many contributions to physics which included the special and general theories of relativity, the founding of relativistic cosmology, the first Newtonian expansion, explaining the perihelion advance of Mercury, prediction of the deflection of light by gravity and gravitational lensing, the first fluctuation dissipation theorem which explained the Brownian movement of molecules, the photon theory and wave-particle duality, the quantum theory of atomic motion in solids, the zero-point energy concept, the semiclassical version of the Schrödinger equation, and the quantum theory of a monatomic gas which predicted Bose–Einstein condensation. His hair was messed up and for that alone he should have been locked up. However now, society undermines creativity and to make everything simpler.. just label it as ‘crazy’. Respect eccentricity and unlikeness.


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...Can't stop Fraternizing with the Enemy

I had to do it. A potpourri of emotions and analyzed observations warranted a written document of sorts on my thoughts on the matter. Initially, the draft was deep and psychological and not at all coinciding with my other articles.. so I twisted it some....Now keep in mind I have no right or authority on the following theories but I’m bored, read everything at least twice and I can’t sleep.. so without any further BS introduction.. enjoy, or scoff, or laugh, or stumble over words that are too hard to pronounce..(whatever u do when reading)
*blush* -------------- performance anxiety.

DUM DUM DUMM!!!!!!!

The unfairness of the world brings us to this – Raging hormones, spiking tensions of all kinds, boundless energy and an adventurous demeanor >> the curse and blessing of a teen. Yet the universe and society expects us to make decisions which affect the rest of our lives at a time when we are certifiably insane. Who the hell came up with that idea!
That idea and the theory of a perfect man/ woman together should be classified as fictional. I would rather believe the night noises I hear right now @ 2am is from unicorns and centaurs sensually mating and leprechauns, as they fight with tree nymphs for Tinkerbell's magic wand which ultimately transforms Edward Cullen into a tanned, , hot blooded, living and breathing human.. who happens to be straight. *scoff*.. Impossible.. I know rite?

Guys especially, I hear your cry .. for love and attention and companionship.. but be specific.. and don’t play.. because that problem can be solved by getting a German Shepherd or a Rot or.. a Dalmatian ?. Everyday we have those debates after school... 'bout how there are no women out there for men anymore. “Independent women want to kill men and they doh' need you . and Gold diggers just want man money.” (First off, this is not a debate, merely an observation which I silently consider and scoff at.) Furthermore your lives have been miserable since the dawn of time when Eve ate the forbidden fruit and ‘made’ Adam follow suit. We, the spawn of all evil, deceive and manipulate and u for generations are in constant conflict as to what head to use.. and therefore continue to be susceptible to our irresistible charms. We stay in the dark contemplating how to bring u to your knees, therefore attaining ultimate world domination. as we laugh evilly..

“mwaah hahahahhahhahah!!!”




 Seriously, u don’t believe that.. and if u Do, then u watch too much TV. Women and men can co exist in a world created for them. Take a break from the conspiracies and dare I ask.. ‘Can’t we all just get along!!!?’ Curb the resentment and nurse your broken heart because not every girl is out to get you. An ex is an ex for a reason guys but not all girls are destined to be your downfall.

Now ladies.. your turn.. I mean our turn.. no.. ok whatever,, OUR TURN! We have this misconception that we are the world’s best lie detectors, and quicker picker uppers out there. Speaking of which, even Louis Lane couldn’t tell that Clarke Kent, her co worker and friend was her lover boy Superman. The guy’s only medium at disguise was a pair of glasses.. and she she still didn’t notice (yet she calls herself an investigative journalist). Don’t start resenting men because of prior circumstances. It’s unfair. Not that we think logically when hurt, but we could try.

Now with that being said, I have a business proposal and a manufacturing plan with Victoria’s Secret. I think that instead of just underwear, and I can collaborate and manufacture men with the same criteria as their best bras. It is my brainchild that I gave birth to.. some minutes ago. And still.. in the early stages.