Inmaturity

Jesus! This is another thing I complaint. I agree, all of us can show certain inmaturity degree. All of us do some stupid action sometimes. Yes! All of us! ...That includes you.

Well, maybe I shouldn't criticize the others inmaturity, but still there's not the 12th commandment of "you won't criticize" (and if you still asking which one is the 11th commandment, it is "you won't hinder").
Then, as it isn't a religious or divine negative --good for the TVnotes it isn't, or they could go to confess--, I'll give myself the luxury and joy of criticize those more inmatures than me. And yes, I've found some others more inmatures than me. Believe me. And I'm not the great lord 'maturity on way' (no, I still haven't won that prize); it's just there're some tolerable degrees of inmaturity and some others not.

For example, if there is some guy of 40 years, whyis he dressing and acting as one of 22? If some other has 25, why acting as someone of 16? Are they not enjoying their age? Did they grow up so fast? Games of that 'golden age' weren't enough? Did they were so much spoiled? Or did they were so hardly educated and now they yearning for they didn't get at their childhood / puberty / youth?

I don't know!

Maybe Peter pan should come for them and take then to his pirats and lost children world. Oh! but I hope there're some youthern dancing centers, and girls and ladies, for those adolescent who wish to conquer 18 years old girls when they have 35.

Spam

Before talk about spam, I’ll complaint about damn systems. Oh, yes: I’ve write all a great text and this damn crap didn’t save a single line! Not a single!
…Yes, I know that it has happened to more than one. I know perhaps nobody is surprised. And I know all of us have angry because of that.

…Damn systems. And damn lack of caution.

Well, I’ll try to remember how it was… Here we go.
All of us have get spam. And spam is a much bother thing… much really. I do think everybody is bothered about it. Even spammers! (by the spam which is not sended by them, of course).

It is hassling to open your mail only to find more trash than decent messages. For each “hi” of a friend, there’re 25 messages which you don’t care about and only are devouring your mail account space (not all cases, however. Some common mail servers don’t add the spam usage to the main usage...).
So, the everyday routine: you open the mail and start reading… porn, medicine savings, a pseudo prize you won in order to go to Disney, porn, a chain, another chain, porn, the JC tantra sent by him 2000 years ago even when the internet only has 50, more porn… and if you’re lucky, you’ll found a good friend message.

And I ask to myself: Is truly there someone who open and read all and each one of those bullshit? Is there someone who enters to all the porn mails he receive? …I don’t understand. Being so mucho free porn over the web, why enter to the porn sites you get by spam? Indeed, it can make troubles to you.
For example, when you’re in a cyber-coffee, at the office or at the school’s computer room… you decide to read your mail and by and accident, you open a porn mail. Unexpectedly it starts to open another and another image of naked women, sex, legs… and just when you think the worst has happened, you found a more than normal opened vagina image, which uses all the screen and suddenly, it paint itself into flesh and pink.
You decide to get down as faster as you can for not to be considered as a depraved… but as you move the cursors, a new grotesque image appears in front of you.
Get down and down. At last you get the needed “next” button just in time for let to appear an oral sex animated gif. You click quickly the “next” button in order to clear the screen… but there’re so many downloaded images and your pc don’t move!
A little anxious because of this, you decide to turn around for see if the net is still working, and you discover the guy besides you looking at the oral sex animated gif. But at least the net is still working.
Finally, the screen clears itself. You breathe and turn around again in order to notice how much it seems the others are bad thinking about you. It’s not so bad and you found another unfortunate guy having the same porn mail.
…You wait until the new web page is loaded and… surprise! The story repeats, but worst. Because now is gay porn spam.

After suffering by trying to think nobody notice the disgusting and huge male 69 gif which appeared by seconds at your screen and the disgusting love expression between 2… men, then it come your earlier friends chains.
Oh, well… at least some of nice fun.

…No, I don’t want to help an inexistence girl… because I don’t believe there’s some group tracking this fucking mail.
…No, the sex tantra doesn’t work. I’ve already test it.
…Really? This beauty girl of the classroom will look at me with beloved eyes? Will she left his extremely nice (and rich) boyfriend (and his car) for me? Oh! I can’t imagine her running to my arms saying me: “I’ve left Richard for you. Now we can love us forever, Cletus. I don’t care you are ugly, poor and you walk instead of drive”.
He he he he… I think it’s a little impossible. But spam is like this.

Bad liers

(After 4 months of absense…)

Really, I haven’t noticed some recently. But this is something that disturbs me too. By first instance, all of us lie. Is there somebody who hasn’t lied? Or, if we want to appear “ethical”, is there somebody who hasn’t hid a truth?
Na. All of us lie… and the one who doesn’t will be a fucking saint. But it doesn’t matter. All of us have done it even in a small way. I don’t know if it’s part of human nature or what the hell. But all of us do it. Of course, there’re some who make it frequently than others. And there’re some who are amazing at lying time.

But bad liars… Well, those are who definitively don’t know to lie. And that’s not something all must know, but lying can be a genuine art. A friend of mine says “the bad liar is the one who doesn’t remember his own lies”. And that’s truth… but not only that. A bad liar is the one who doesn’t know to dissimulate and the one who doesn’t have confidence over himself too.
I don’t like to lie; by the opposite, I prefer to be sincere… But sometimes it’s convenient; convenient because you save a scold, because you save a sermon, or because you save great deals. However, if you lie in order to save a trouble, a lie won’t be enough, but you’ll need to have an advanced solution before the problem can’t be controlled. And if you decide to lie in the point of no return you’re fucked because, besides of incompetent, you’ll be a liar… And that’s a stigma which, even all of us have, some know how to dissimulate it… and others wouldn’t avoid its notoriety.

So I’m disturbed about bad liars. I think that if you’re going to say a lie, you must know how to say it: You can’t doubt. You must be confident of yourself. And, most important: you can’t forget it. If you said a lie you must remember it at least the enough time the rest need to forget “that day”. But you never know who has enough memory to remember it. So you can’t forget it. And neither is convenient to have a said lies log. So, if you’re going to say a lie, hope you have good memory or you’ll be fucked.

But this is not a damn lying tutorial! This is a complaint, ok?

For example; to have a lover (don’t look me like that, I’m not even married). Why people endeavor of having lovers? Men are bad enough trying to hide it. Women are generally good, but that’s another story. Normally, men lie saying “I was late at the office” (yes, but they never say the secretary too) or “I had a dinner with the boss” (and the wife didn’t know his husband boss were another woman) or bullshit like that. But those are awful pretexts! All of us know that. Especially when the day you were late you use more perfume than always, or you cut off faster the phone call with your wife. There are many guys who have a lover. There’re some who are discovered and those who never are find with another woman. Why? Because they know how to lie! That’s why!

So, if you’re a bad liar and you decide to have a lover, you don’t have 2 women: you’ve 2 problems. And it’s worst if your lover doesn’t know you’re married… Then you’ve 4 problems! If you’ve a lover and you know how to lie… hope you’re ingenious enough for it.
The problem indeed don’t is having a lover. But to have one and taking time deserved from your wife. Why she deserves it? Because you marry she and you’re being adulterous. On the other side, if you’ve a possessive lover, you’re fucked. Because both they will ask you time. You’ll spent money on them. And both will ask your care. Both will leave their fragrance over your body. And both will ask you not to wrong at naming each one (not directly, of course… but you’ll have a problem if you wrong)… and an enormous etcetera.

Of course, my suggestion would be “don’t have a lover”. Even more: don’t say lies. But if you’re so hot you can’t avoid a lover need because your woman has a headache everyday, start thinking if she isn’t a good liar.
Whatever… today’s suggestion is “don’t be a bad liar”. That isn’t just a trouble. That’s pathetic. If you don’t know lie, don’t do it.

Time

Two months! That’s too much!
I won’t complaint about my job, because I like it too much (and I’m well paid, I think). No, the problem is not my job.
I won’t complaint neither about my home, my girlfriend, my mother, my friends or even my multiple occupations… because they don’t have the guilt …At least, not all the damn guilt.
But I do complaint right now about time. Lifestyle, especially in cities, is too fast at this century. In the middle ages people can’t reach a place in a few minutes, but in some hours, even days. Now you just get into the car, drive a while and you are there faster than a rooster song.
Now the time isn’t enough for nothing. I have to wake up at 7 (and before in sometimes), arrive at my job at 9; work until 5 and go anywhere at 6 or 7. I’m normally in my house at 10 or 11… and I’m going to sleep.

That has been my lifestyle all this time… since January. And I can say ‘well, that’s why I didn’t write all this time.’ But that’s not the truth. I haven’t written because the heavy amount of work. And I’m not complaining about my work (again), I’m complaining about the matter of time.

Well, it’s just an excuse. I’m back again! For the few who read this (you know? I was thinking about maybe nobody read this, but I have a pair of fans over there).

My perfect face

No, I’m not conceited, and I’m not talking about I don’t like my face… and my face isn’t perfect. Ok?
Let me explain, ok?

Good.

There’s a girl who has a perfect face (well, it’s perfect for me). I’m an artist. I’d like to draw and paint. And I think her face is simply charming, fabulous, wonderful, divine… In other words, perfect.
Of course, I like her perfect face. And no, I’m not talking about I’d like to have that face (I’m a man, and I don’t care about my face). When I say “my perfect face” I’m using the word “my” for affection.

She is a friend of mine, and I’m obsessed with her face since I know her. Because of that: since I know her (from her 15) until today (now she has 22) I have lived obsessed with her perfect pretty face.

So, what bothers me now? Almost nothing… she’s in France, that’s all. And I can’t paint her as many times as I’d like.

Oh, may be I am a stubborn boy… but I wish (oh, how I wish!) to paint her face.

Paint, paint, paint…

Bad main scenes in movies

Last Friday I went to see StarWars - Episode III. One of the more fucking waited movies of the year! Yeee!

(Now, before nothing, an advertence: if you haven’t seen the mentioned movie, stop reading if you don’t want to know some things about it.)

It was all good. I was with the idea of not to see a well-dramatic movie but do see a great special effects movie. So… it was ok. Fights, light-saber choreographies, explosions, bad dialogs between warriors, more fights, space ships, worlds, future, technology, Jedi fights, Natalie Portman pregnant, my girlfriend drooling for half-naked Anakin, etc.

It was ok! But it’s quite different to see bad dialogs than see a bad main scene! That part when Anakin is turned into Darth Vader is just pathetic. I can’t believe a man (even manipulated by spiritual crap) doesn’t have a single inner conflict when kill one of his masters and joining the fucking people he had sworn destroy all his entire life!

Isn’t there any conflict? Hello?? Is somebody there? How can somebody believe this?

I simply can’t. I thanks George Lucas for create worlds and for give us all that special effects stuff (I’m sure more than one thanks him for that), but I was disappointed for that scene.

That’s my Saturday complaint.

Fashion people

One of the most hated things for me is fashion.

And may be a fashion-girl would ask me with her spoiled voice: “Oh! But… why you hate it, if it’s so cool!?” Because it limits people! And limits their already limited brain too!
I guess you’ve noticed it. That thin girls with a sunglasses and a shining pink neckerchief over their heads and that fucking screeching voice I hate so much. That bothers me as you can’t even imagine.
And it’s not a racist idea. I can hate black and white fashion people the same. Really! (But the reality is there are more blond girls like that than black girls… at least here, in Mexico).

By now you may ask why. Just look at them! Their conversation topics are about fashion music, fashion clothes, fashion tv people, fashion gossips and/or fashion crap! Means… there are no interesting topics for them. And what the hell is fashion? Who was the fantastic asshole that imposed the fucking fashion? I don’t know...

…Perhaps there is a secret fashion society behind all!!!

Still I don’t know why people likes fashion so much. It eats their little brains and makes them odious. It rests interest to their conversation topics and the capability of their minds to think because they let other to think for them!

The more disturbing scene is when you find someone which his great goal is to be a pop star or something like that. Give me a fucking break! Those who sing well are much more than a damn pop star (like Nightwish, for example) and their fans are good followers. Those who just-sing are fucking pop stars and have nothing to say except fashion love songs. And fashion love is another thing that bothers me infinitely.

Fashion love is about fashion girls and boys, who don’t fell anything except passion, sex wishes, caresses, and fear to face their own emptiness alone!

That’s why I hate fashion people.

Waiting...

Something very bothering is to wait. Everybody has waiting sometimes.

Yesterday, I wait for my brother to arrive into a restaurant. We haven’t seen each other since a few months so… yesterday was the day for talk by some hours. He said he would be there at 7.
You know… normally I’m a patient guy and I can wait up to 30 minutes. But yesterday wasn’t a simple person. It was about my brother, so I could wait more.

But “more” was a damn fucking hour! He arrived at 8 o’clock!

My question is: Why the people say they’ll arrive at some hour and they simple can’t do it? May be a few minutes (5, even 10) is supportable; but wait for half an hour, or (this case) a got damn hour is excessive. You can say me: “well, why the fuck you wait him that time?”

…Because, it was about my brother. So, don’t be a bother for your family, please!

Traffic

There is something I hate: Traffic.

No. I’m not talking about drugs traffic, nor children traffic for porn (well, that counts too) or any illegal traffic stuff. I’m talking about the traffic in the city.

All the fucking day there’s traffic everywhere!

But I’m not talking about just cars traffic. Indeed, it doesn’t bother me so mucho as the people traffic. Yes! People traffic!
Has it passed to you that you’re walking hurried because you’re late for something, and suddenly one or two or three or any fucking assholes hinder you? Could be they are walking very slowly; could be they’re stopped there, just in front of you; or could be they’re simply stupid. But they’re there: hindering you.

That’s what I hate! That and the damn people who don’t know how to drive in the traffic and create more cursed traffic!

Religious fans

Today I’ve many things about I want to complain.
The first one is about religion. Do you like religion? I’m not. And no, I’m not a cursed atheistic. I do believe in God! (…and in fairies, angels and ghosts) But I’m just tired about people that take advantage of people by means of God & religious ideas.

Do you know what the worse thing is? Many times, those people don’t even know they are doing it! Many times, those people manipulate somebody because they’re manipulated too. It’s just pathetic.

For example, those Jehovah witnesses: They come to my house every fucking week, ring the bell and when I open the door (oh, damn!) they smile from ear to ear and say something like: “hello, friend!” (friend? What? Excuse me? Do I know you?) “Have you noticed about the changes the world is suffering in the last days?”

What the hell are you talking about?? Every day, people die. Everyday, someone is born. There’s always a damn war in some place of the world. Of course I’ve noticed it! Of course the fucking world is suffering changes! That’s not news!

So, when they ask me that stupid question, I just look them with an idiot face and say “wha…?” And then, like if they have absolute control over the situation, they smile even more and say: “Yes, we’re here to speak with you about this. You know?”
And then, it becomes the one-million$ question: “Do you read the bible?”

What the fuck?? You were talking about the changes in the world and you just come to your fanatic point! Normally, my mom closes the door in their noses. But I like to enjoy. So, instead of just close the door I turn the question to them and ask -Bible? What bible are you talking about?
Usually, they answer -The holy bible, of course!
-No, no… I mean… Bible becomes from the Greek word biblos. So, biblos means an amount of books. If you’re talking about a holy amount of books, I have many of them! (whee!)
Here’s the moment when they turn their faces and say “wha…?”
-Yes, look: I have the Koran, the Christian bible, The Torah, the LaVey Satanic bible, the Eliphas Levi’s High Magic doctrine, The Wiccan Book of Shadows, The Trismegistus’s Emerald tablet, The Buddhism doctrine…

Of course, I don’t have half of the mentioned books, but it’s just funny to mention them in front of those fans; because when I do, they got a freaked face and points to me saying “you’re in a deep hole! You’re going to the hell! Change your way now! Repent yourself now before it’ll be late!”

What the fuck…? When I’ll die, I won’t go to the hell, because I don’t believe in hell or heaven. I believe in reincarnation. So, in my next life, I’ll be a spoiled dog of a rich house. Yes! I’ll be a fucking poodle! And sure, it isn’t going to be hell.

But that’s sad. After I close the door to those assholes, I see what the fanaticism can do. What really disturbs me is the fact that they really thing they have the Holy Truth. Why don’t let the people in peace? If they believe in God, good! If people believe in reincarnation, heaven and hell, a return of the spiritual essence to the cosmic energy, God, Devil, thousands of gods, the holy Death, angels, metaphysics, new age, Allah, aliens, science or simply nothing, then leave the people to believe in whatever people want! Not because you believe in something, the rest of the world needs to do the same. If you find your spiritual way, that’s ok! But I don’t care!

So, if a Jehovah witness reads this, don’t offend! Ok? Because it’s the fucking true! You disturb thousands of people a day and this is just a damn complaint. You don’t like it? Well, I don’t care because you don’t care if you will bother me when you knock my door for speak about religious bullshit.

Thank you!