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Since its the time of festivities and i was having a discussion about shopping, lets talk about shopping habits.

Buying clothes is always tricky. But when there’s loud music playing, it really throws your judgment. You look at stuff like, “Hey, if there was a cool party and I was a cool guy, this might be a cool shirt.” You get it home, there’s no music, there’s no party, and you’re not a cool guy. You’re the same chump, just 50 bucks lighter.

Women approach clothes from a different angle altogether. The other day I was out shopping for clothes with a friend and i was watching women in a department store looking at clothes, and I noticed women don’t try on the clothes, they get behind the clothes. They take a dress off the rack and they hold it up against themselves. They can tell something from this. They stick one leg way out and kind of lean back. I guess they need to know, “If someday I’m one-legged at a forty-five-degree angle, what am I going to wear?”

You never see a man do that. You never see a guy take a suit off the rack, put his head behind the collar, and go, “What do you think about this suit? I think I’ll get it. Put some shoes by the bottom of the pants, I want to make sure. Now what if I’m walking? Move the shoes, move the shoes, move the shoes.”

Cheers.
ps: With online shopping, you get to avoid all these idiosyncrasies.

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There is a creed to life. A creed that Hassan-i Sabbah believed in. A creed that Nothing is true, everything is permitted. That is rather cynical you might thing. It would seem as if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation of the nature of reality.

To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile, and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.”

There is a creed to life. A creed that says that Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

Cheers.
ps: I personally don’t agree with this mambo jumbo, but its a gd read.

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But I have to say I enjoy adulthood. I enjoy the fact that now, if I want a cookie, I have a cookie. You know the chocolaty kind with cream in between. Hell i will have three cookies or four cookies or eleven cookies if I want. Whats the big deal with the cookies?  Well when i was younger i used to get the, “Not before dinner.” “Not too many.” “You’ve had enough.” “Not now.” Well mommy, guess what, now I’m a grown-up, give me the cookies!

Many times I will intentionally ruin my entire appetite. Beyond recognition. Then I tell my mother just to rub it in. “Yo Mom? I just ruined my entire appetite. . . . Cookies.”  So what if I ruin it? See, as adults we understand, even if you ruin an appetite, there’s another appetite coming right behind it. I see no danger in running out of appetites. And speaking of appetites, i’m feeling hungry again. Cookie anyone?

Cheers.
ps: More adults spoke to their moms while eating cookies after reading this article

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I was discussing philosophy with a friend recently and landed upon the very nature of stereotypes. The concept of “stereotype” is often misintepreted as “prejudice”. Maybe rightly so but i digress. Stereotypes are standardized and simplified conceptions of groups based on some prior assumptions. It implies nothing and expects nothing. Merely based on facts. But my mind wondered on to assumptions that are usually a bi product of stereotyping.

People naturally assume others at face value. I am sure I’ve been assumed too many times. I rarely talk about my life to strangers because its been the confusing roller coaster that life is bound to offer. I think I’m done living to eradicate assumptions that strangers have about me.

I’m hesitant to divulge my experiences any longer because I’ve learned that face value is often the only value you receive. A label, whether it be a career title or clothing logo, is an instant definition, and few are bound to go deeper to learn the intricacies a person holds. I would beseech people to judge me right from the inside. Don’t put your labels on me, because if you look beyond my cover, You’ll discover there’s so much more to me.

I’ll have to try to cope with the fact that I’m a stranger within myself while I set sail on a journey to find something beneath the surface. It’s something that has to be done alone I guess. I cut the rope and let the boat float out to sea to be tossed in the waves and lost in places uncharted. Floating in my silent abyss, Waves overcome and some waves missed. I choke and cough words iodized. Still yet, I breath to no surprise, Time slowly passes, recession much deeper. I swim when I can then wade for a breather. A last hope, a prayer my reef poses danger. Unannounced is a touch by an unseen stranger, out in the dark.

All things move towards their end. Thoughts drifting back to those shapes that stalk through dreams. A great bright white light that is everything and nothing at the same time. Thoughts, which race the electrical super-highways of your mind so fast, that you cannot catch them, never to breathe them, unable to live them. I hate the feeling of desiring something that can’t be attained. I believe i will not get my desired today.

At the end of the day, most people will be surprised to learn how little they know of people around them. We assume more than we are ever willing to probe. In the end, all we do is just dance around, with a stranger, in the dark.

I shall stop now.

Cheers
ps: True story, Minimum B.S.