The mind is a wonder they say, but if they peeped into my mid, they would want to ignore. Because of the things I have in my mind, you will find it hard to call me names—these dangerous abstract images of chaos. I see people as stupid, and to be precise, cunts. Cunts who can’t be kind to each other and always find something or the other to complicate life. I happened to exist, and you happened to exist, the circumstances we grew up are different, but we came into existence in the same way, unless you were a virgin-born, then I would have to call you my lord, I guess. But no, you were dropped through the same maternal tunnel that I was. Then are you somehow superior to me? You would if you fell from an interdimensional wormhole or a spaceship, can defy gravity and your only defect is the Kryptonite. But no, right? You cry when I pinch you, and you sob at looking at your academics. You and I are at the same level of stupidity, my brother!
All these years I have been wondering how you are different from me, for I should bow for you like you are a king, but I found none. Do you know? You can be nice to me! Try sometime! You don’t need to lie, you don’t need to fake a greeting, but you and I can co-exist without bothering each other. But no! You had to buy that golden toe massager that cost you a kidney and not because you liked it, but because you thought it would make you look better than me. Do things only when you want them, for your sake! And if you really wanted it, it is okay to lose that kidney, I guess. When was the last time you did something because you really liked to do it?
I’m sitting here and typing these words, and I suddenly felt like singing in a donkey’s voice. Of course, I will do it, I will sing. But if my song had to wake the people sleeping, I should choose not to. Because co-exist bitches! Yes, I had the urge to sing, but it will disrupt the peace of my neighbour who is waiting for his third cardiac arrest to kick the bucket.
I wear a skirt, and that disgusts you? You call me names and you joke about me all day. You can call me a cross-dresser or a trans-gender, but that won’t change anything. Maybe I just wanted to see how I looked in a skirt. You somehow generalised 50% of people in the world because they had penises. We call them men, and somehow you thought we would all behave in the same way because we all have the same reproductive organ? NO! I might have it, but maybe it is not working? I might want to cut it off? But how can I be proud of it, as it was random? There is an equal chance that I would have been born in the other 50% of the population called women. Would I be generalised differently? Women, you generalised yourself too. That’s where the trouble began, generalisations!
We are so unique, brother! And you still want us to be common someway. You did not just by generalising mindsets by gender. You needed something else. You looked at stars and thought you should create and believe in zodiac signs. Can you hear yourself? You think that you and I are same because the day, the time had matched yourself and we both are Gemini? Does that make any sense to you? Just for a moment, consider yourself a Capricorn. Now read what the horoscope says to Capricon. It still matches you. That’s how they are made; so vague! The lines of astrology and horoscope match us 90% because every paragraph matches to any of us in the same probability. If you wanted to see similarities, being a Gemini, you could still match with any other zodiac sign. It is just in your fucking mind.
You choose things, and you do them to you. Your book of life is written by you, and you can’t blame anything else for what happens with your life. We always try to blame something else, something external. In this chase of blaming something, we have created our monsters to blame them. If you win, you blame it on the magical sky daddy, say you have had his precious blessings. But no, It is just you all over and the sky daddy is in your mind. God is just a block you fill in all the gaps that you can’t understand.
The secret of life is simple, and it is not some hippie bullshit in YouTube that asks you to clean your aura. Clean your brain! The secret to lead a happy life is to not bother any other cunt and live your cunty life. Live so individually that you don’t even bother a fly with your existence. Of course, kill the fly before it lays eggs, it is just a metaphor. Only don’t harm fellow human beings, that is the minimum thing you should do to live a peaceful life. Live and let live, for its maximum. Love and let love too. Just because you have presumptions about a certain group of people, you can’t force your son/daughter to not live with them. In fact, the idea of a group is false, and you are an idiot to think people belong to a group and behave in the same way. We all speak for ourself, not some imaginary group we have created in our minds.
This is not the minimum concerns that bother my mind. I’m troubled about every other thing. I overthink about why people overthink about almost everything. Why can’t we just live a simple life which carries no weight? Why should we carry so much burden of judging, scolding, generalising, offending and defending business? Why can’t we just live? You don’t know when you will die, it might be today! A sharp pencil that you have left on the table might pierce into your eyeball and then enter into your brain. Maybe you will live your life in a stretcher like a vegetable. You can never know! We all have problems. We have all been there. But what is the reason for the problem? Look for it, it is inside you. It is either you or some other who had created the problem by complicating life. The human error of complicating things has gotten messy.
We have millions of people with mental disorders, thanks to stress and anxiety. Chill the fuck out! Breathe! Live your life in a way you like it without harming anyone else’s life. That’s it. Even if it is your dearest son whom you gave birth to. You don’t own his life because you gave birth to him. He never asked you to give birth to him in the first place. It is you who have burdened him by bringing him on to this ever complicating, problem-creating and hatred-filled world. You don’t need to smile at people, just don’t start judging, commenting, gossiping and bothering them. We are just 7.8 billion sperms floating in the testicle of the universe.
So, live your life, and let me live min, Cunt! Yeah, how ironical of me not being nice to you? If you have never been nice to me, how can I? If you will remain a cunt, people will also be cunts to you!