truths according to the young man, part 1

Being off work these past couple of weeks (and moving into a new house) has given me some time to reflect on and accept a few things. Truths, if you will. Enjoy.

*I hate moving. Passionately. Like I hate Satan. And bee stings. This move proved a lot to me, like how much of a great humanitarian I am. I moved the whole condo by myself, over 1 week, in a mini-van. I asked for NO help, and blew my knee out. I did this because of my extreme hatred for moving, and I refuse to ask any of my friends to help. I wouldn't want to put anything I despise this much on anyone else. Plus, I never want any of my friends to ask me to help them move*, nor do I ever want to hear "well, I helped you move that time..." (*anyone who knows me knows I will help them move in a heartbeat. I will be pissed while doing so, but I'll help...)

*For the most part, people annoy the sh*t out of me. Marsha Ambrosius is doing a live ustream chat right now (her banging new CD came out @ midnight), so I went to ustream.com to check her out. She was very excited about the release, she was talking, singing and trying to answer some of the questions her "fans" were typing into the chat. A good amount of the people were singing her praises, congratulating her on the CD, and telling her to get some sleep since it is so late. Then, there were the other ignorant MFs out there. "Is you mixed?" "You should do a song with Princess Leia!" Kill yourselves. Ooohh... people piss me off. To quote Jerry and Elaine, "I hate people - they're the worst!"

*Forget heroin. Oxytocin, Dopamine and Norepinephrine are the most difficult chemicals to break an addiction from. Trust me, I know from experience. I have been hooked on these since (at least) 1988, and only now have I realized/accepted that fact. For a time, I was on my way to ODing, but luckily I pulled myself out before it was too late. Don't get me wrong, I haven't quit cold turkey. I just get my fix in small, measured doses now.

*Romantic love, porn and music videos = smoke and mirrors. All propaganda, one big fat lie. Bishit. False, untrue.

TO BE CONTINUED...

-tym